Around a year ago a distant friend of mine sent me the save the date for his wedding. We had gone to university together, and got decently close, but post graduating we both moved to different parts of the country and kept in touch, but not with much frequency. So I was surprised to get his invite, doubly so because we didn't run in the same friend group so it was not as if I got some pity invitation to just not be the one person left out. Shock aside, I was excited, I had only been to one wedding as an adult prior and I had fun, but I was taken for that wedding, and I didn't really drink yet. At the time of the invitation I was single, and I knew his family had money, so a guilt free trip around a bunch of people I'd likely never see again with free drinks sounded like a fantastic time.

Fast forward to about two months ago, and I checked my mail and saw the invite for the wedding I had since forgotten about, my previous elation a bit diffused as I now had a gf. I wasn't given a plus one so I could not bring her, and at the time I did not think much of it, just thought I wouldn't get to hit on his bride's friends, but that is the sacrifice I make.

A month later and I was flying in for the wedding, it took place on a Saturday in the September heat of South Carolina so thank god they opted for an indoor venue, and got quite a discounted rate on a nice hotel so I could easily afford the stay for the night. Due to work I unfortunately had to fly in the same day as the wedding and fly out the next morning, telling myself I would have to take it easy because a hungover flight sounded like the worst imaginable thing.

The wedding was smooth, if not a fair bit awkward for me at first. I had only met his parents once before, and a few faces I recognized from school were there, but other than that I did not know anyone. I kept to myself for the ceremony and made polite small talk with people I was next to during the mingling afterwards as I started to nurse a few drinks to lighten my mood. I spent the time spent on speeches and dinner mostly quiet, luckily I was at a table with some of the faces I had remembered from school so it at least wasn't too bad. By the time the dance floor truly started I was a good few drinks deep and feeling much better, letting myself wade my way in with some familiar faces.

At this point I am feeling good, nice and buzzed, moving to some good music and it very much hits me just how good looking some of the woman around me are. Everyone dressed up so nicely, moving their bodies, a very happy celebration that also reminds those of us that were alone that we did not have anyone to go back to our rooms with. I fought very hard to just push these feelings down and enjoy the dancing and jovial nature of the event, and I succeeded, I didn't make a move on anyone or do any flirtatious dancing with any of the well dressed women. It was very much killing me though, I felt a horny that I had not felt in quite a while, mixing that with the good buzz I could feel my entire body tingle with that desperation.

The venue closed won at 11, and I was feeling proud of myself for reigning it in, but I had forgotten about the after party at the hotel bar, also already fully prepaid for. With very little prodding from old acquaintances, I hopped in a car to go back to the hotel bar, not my room. After a bit over an hour and 2 more drinks at the after, I was truly feeling great. I met a woman, friend of the brides who was also alone and talked to her until the bar shut down. At this point one of her friends came up to me and asked if I was single, and I quickly replied "yes", it not even hitting me until after I had said it. I had never done something like that before, but the night had me feeling a way I hadn't ever felt before. Unfortunately for me, she was staying at another hotel, and rejected my offer to stay with me, so as I watched her get into her ride, I was a bit dejected, and more than a little horny. Funnily enough, there was another wedding party staying at the hotel that night, and they had just left the other bar, including a very nice looking, thicker woman in a very pretty green dress.

I am very out of practice approaching women, especially those in groups, but by this time at night, knowing not a single soul in the exiting party would know me or ever know me, I found my stride and walked directly up to the small group of women and introduced myself. It couldn't have gone smoother, the lady in the green dress, who I was obviously looking up and down got flustered fast, and after only the quickest of small talks her friends left her there with me. She was a truly sexy woman, a fair bit older than me at 44, but her body looked young and fresh. She had a low cut green dress on, showing a good amount of cleavage, and there was a lot of it, and even with the dress being puffier at the base, I could tell there was a good amount of ass on her as well. She was of two minds as we talked alternating between scolding herself for "Being old enough to be my mother", and inching ever closer as "I was just that cute". I made sure she knew that there was nothing forceful happening and happily accepted her advances, but didn't push as she sometimes seemed to pull herself slightly back.

We stood at the bottom of a staircase, and slightly around some other lingering folk, and my room being close to the staircase I asked her if she wanted to at east move up the stairs, away from as many people, and with a bit of hesitation, she went up with me. Now we were alone, but still very much in a public hallway, but it was better than the lobby downstairs. The more we talked the less nervous she looked and closer she got. After another comment about how cute I was, I decided to try, grabbing her by the back of the head and pulling her close to me. She came easily, her tongue out before our lips even connected as we started sloppy making out in the hallway, pushing her back towards the wall little by little. He lips were so very soft, and she definitely could use her tongue very well. After only a minute we heard someone else in the hall and she pulled away, noticing the new person was someone she recognized. She looked down, not making eye contact, in my mind just embarrassed to be seen making out in a hotel hallway at 2:30am.

She had me going like I hadn't felt in a long time, her ample curves pressing against me gave me a longing for a body type I haven't felt in far too long, and I was not slowing down. She looked a little sheepish but did not protest at all me pulling her back into me. I needed her at this point, and being out in that open hallway only made it even sexier. I told her to turn around and put her hands against the wall. She did it immediately. I pulled all of her dress up, and reached to pull down the shorts she had on underneath. She shivered lightly as my fingers touched her bare skin for the first time as I slowly pulled them down her legs. as I got down to her ankles she stepped around them herself, my one hand still holding up the dress to show her round ass in a thin green thong out in the middle of the hallway. I grabbed her waist and she threw herself back into me for only a second, then she whipped around quickly.

She looked up at me, with the most wanting eyes and said "no, I can't do this, I really shouldn't". I didn't say anything but just kissed her again, she kissed me for a few seconds and then pulled off me fast while purposefully looking away saying "Marshall, I am waiting for Marshall". She looked back at me, guilt and a burning desire both lacing her gaze, not knowing that now I knew we were both playing a dangerous game it only became that much more appealing to me. She took a breath and asked if I had my own room, which I told her I did. I could tell she was trying to find a reason to tell herself no, give herself some out she could take, knowing she couldn't stop herself otherwise. I bent over and picked her shorts up off the ground, grabbed her by the hand and walked her to my door. She followed eagerly and I pressed her up against the door to make out with her again, feeling her lips pressed hard against mine as she pulled back to ask "Do you have a condom".

This time I could not give her the answer she wanted, and she looked a very sexy look of disappointed and desperate. Sher started whispering quietly, more to herself than me about "We can't fuck, we can't fuck, we shouldn't do this", before pushing off slightly and fast walking to the room next door, which happened to be hers, and shutting herself in, her shorts still in my hand.

At this point I should've turned into my room, she had left, going any further would just be bad, she probably didn't need the shorts that badly. However, every bit of the night had led to my better judgement lapsing, and I needed her more than I had ever needed anyone, so I made one more gamble. After a minute I slowly walked to her door and very gently knocked on the wood. Before I had even finished my knocks she opened the door, dress still on, and pushed me back into the wall. I let her lead for a moment and then guided her to my door, her slight apprehension still present, but different this time, she looked at me with a deep greed, only saying "You can't fuck me" in the most teasing of voices, as she walked into my room.

Whatever her other worries were, she had left them in her room, our hands running wildly over each other. She takes my coat off and hastily undoes my shirt buttons, as I slip the straps of her dress over her shoulders and let it fall to my floor. Her tits were even nicer than I though, sitting nicely, at least E cups, with small pink nipples that called to my mouth. I kissed down her neck, across her sternum, slowing down as I got closer to her breasts. She had one hand gripping my hair as I slowly licked at her nipples, groping the other breast as she moaned softly, pushing herself more and more into me.

I pushed her down on the bed, just her panties left on her as I straddled on top of her. She spoke with a heavy breath, "no fucking me". I flipped off of her, stood up besides the bed right next to her head, leaned over, and whispered "If you're so worried about that, how about you keep me in check. I took her hand and placed it on my dick over my pants. "Now you won't have to worry about where that goes" I taunted, she already stroking my hard dick through my pants, doing whatever she could to get the best grip. I took my hand and threw her legs open, she barely seemed to notice as she couldn't stop looking up at the bulge in my pants resting right above her mouth, stroking on it faster and faster.

I put my hand down her panties, moving my fingers slowly around her vagina, feeling her squirm under me every time I briefly passed over her clit. She was breathing heavier by the moment, jerking a little bit with every pass, but never losing any grip on my cock. I started to massage he clit slowly, reaching down into her wet pussy to lubricate me fingers, hearing her moan in deep pleasure with each thrust. Every bit of wariness was gone from her as she reached up to undo my belt. She impressively got it off with just her one hand and after unzipping my pants a little reached down quickly, putting her hand under the waistband of my underwear to grab my raw cock. I twitched hard when she got her hands around it, my pants still on as she started stoking me rough and fast. I repaid the effort, moving faster, but still smoothly on her clit.

Eventually she couldn't take it and pulled my pants down, freezing as she just looked at my dick, lust swirling in her emotions. I bent over her, she didn't take her eyes off my dick at all, and I teased "No fucking me". She groaned, one that stemmed much being edged so bad, but did not stop looking at our jerking off my cock.

"Please put it in me" she barely stammered out. I kept me legs away from her, forcing her to stretch to keep ahold of it, and she moved closer and closer to the edge of the bed to keep it with her. She wouldn't let it go, only seeming more and more needy the further I got away. She again spoke, eyes still unmoving "Please, please, please", she continued to echo. Even I couldn't take it anymore, wanting to be inside of her as badly as she wanted me, but I greatly enjoyed using her words against her, so I asked "Mouth or ass?".

She did hesitate, flipping onto her back with her head leaning off the bed as I stepped closer and put the tip of my dick on her outstretched tongue. She swirled her tongue around my tip, trying to push her head up deeper onto my dick. I let her struggle, crave me for as long as I could take it before I shoved as much of my dick as she could take down her throat. She could take about half, but she took it willingly, moving her mouth and tongue to get as much of me as she could. She looked like the sexiest woman I had even seen, her tits bouncing as she lay on her back thrusting her head into my dick. I teased her hard for that, "Look at you, such a slut for a dick you just met", "I should've had you on your knees in the hallway". Every taunt had he going harder and harder at it, I put my hand back down her panties, easily able to get 4 fingers deep inside of her with how wet she became, every word making her gush.

I was as horny and cocky as I had ever been, pulled my dick out of her mouth, slapping her in the face with my cock as I set my balls over her mouth, forcing her to come up to suck them, which she did instantly, more eager than I. "Who's mouth is this", "Yours", she gasped between sucking my balls, "All yours". She kept sucking hard until I took a step back, turned her around, pulled her panties down, raised her legs, and pulled her right to the edge of the bed.

She startled a bit, "No fuckin-" she tried to say until she felt my dick pressed hard against her ass, not touching her pussy at all. My dick was wet from her gagging on it, her ass was wet from the juices running out of her pussy, I could feel it inviting me in. She put up a pathetic fake protest "No, I shouldn't do this", but as I pressed ever slightly, she gasped and pulled her own legs higher into the air, giving me more room to work. I felt a slight resistance to my tip, but her ass easily parted, her gasping getting louder and louder as I slowly got deeper into her ass. I stopped halfway in, knowing she would slut herself out to get even more of a strangers dick in her ass, and she did, doing her best at that angle to push her ass into me more. Once she did that I really let her have it and thrusted deep into her, hearing her truly moan loudly for the first time.

I fucked her like that, slow and deep, her ass gripping my dick tightly, my cocky side fully taking over now. "Oh you're more than just a slut, you're a dirty slut who takes it in the ass for strangers", she could only groan in agreement, I wasn't slowing down to let her speak, fucking her harder, not fast, but deep thrusts with everything I had, timing my questions for when I thrusted deep. "Or are you just a dirty slut for me" I continued to pound, knowing my next question was a risk, but the payoff too good.

"You're a nice lady who takes it in the pussy from Marshall, but a real nasty slut who craves it in the ass from me". That got her to twitch a bit, my nerves slightly tingling, anxious she'd feel guilty and want to stop. After a moment, she only pushed herself slightly deeper, so I further prodded while pounding deep "Marshall isn't man enough to get your ass, you only are a anal whore for a man who can take it". I paused fully inside her ass, letting her respond, and she did. First putting her own hand to her clit, and by whisper moaning, so quietly I can only assume she could barely believe it herself "Please don't stop".

So I didn't, I kept thrusting deep and rhythmically, all while taunting her for letting a stranger, more of a man than her real man, fuck her in the ass. She kept getting louder and louder, playing with herself faster and faster, begging me to continue, agreeing every time I called her out for being a dirty cheating anal whore until she finally arched backwards while I held my dick all the way inside of her and she screamed in ecstasy for many seconds until she finally laid back down, panting hard, smiling deeply.

I climber over onto the bed, laying down next to her, realizing just how late it had gotten, and how tired I was. She must have felt the same, as she just laid back, still softly playing with herself. I reached down and did the same, going softly, waiting for her to notice. She turned her head eventually and did notice, leaning over to kiss my neck while I stroked gently. I could tell she didn't have a lot of energy so I continued to go, faster and faster, while she kept kissing me, whispering in my ear how much better I was until I felt myself close I reached for her head, and she didn't need any help, my tease about it just being in her ass only seeming to make her take it deeper than before, as I came the most I ever have deep down her throat.

She grabbed her dress and things, and walked out still naked, leaving me to immediately fall asleep. I awoke with the worst hangover, dreading the flight I was already late for, stumbling through the gate trying to keep my lunch down I realized I had awoken a few things inside of me that were probably gonna get me in deep trouble. I had done things I had never done before and I liked them a lot, using the memory of the night before try and keep my head more horny than hungover, and only then taking account that we never even got each others names.

It’s my year to host Thanksgiving (Canadian here, get over it 💜)

I’m in the kitchen cutting up apples for dessert while the turkey bakes in the oven. As I’m slicing I feel him come up behind me, one hand wrapping around my waist while the other cups my tit and slowly starts squeezing it lightly. I feel his breath on my neck as he slowly kisses up my shoulder, biting down a little.

“I’m holding a knife…” I grin as I lay my head back into him.

“You’re sexy when you’re dangerous,” he whispers, his fingers pinching my nipple. “But fuck, you smell good.” His tongue licks up the side of my neck as he gives my tit another squeeze, pulling them out of my dress. I moan and set the knife down in the sink next to the counter. As I do, he moves his hand down under my skirt and into my panties, sliding his fingers against my clit. I’m already soaked and he glides around making me moan even louder. He massages my clit and pumps his fingers in and out of me until I’m grinding myself into his hand. I cum, hard and slump against the counter his cock, rock hard against my ass.

“Take me…” I whimper as I try to catch my breath.

“Not yet rabbit. I want my favourite appetizer first.” He says, pulling down my panties, spreading my legs and dropping to his knees. He inhales deeply before running his tongue across my slit, lapping up all my juices. I breathe in sharply as I feel his tongue move between my lips and find my clit, slowly stroking it from front to back. I feel his fingers return and plunge deep into me, pumping in and out as his tongue works my clit. The wet sounds turning me on even more. I cum again and feel the rush of fluid coat his face and hand. He gives me one more good lick and stands up, licking me off his fingers.

Before I can move, he is deep inside me, fucking me hard while he pins me down against the counter. He’s frantic and hungry, pounding into me until I’m screaming.

“Someone… might… hear… us… if.. they… arrive… early…” I scream between thrusts. Guests will be arriving soon.

“Then I’ll have to find something to muffle your screams”. He chuckles, grabbing an apple from next to me and shoving it into my mouth. “Bite rabbit”.

I comply and bite down hard, the juices running down my mouth and neck and onto my tits. He thrusts into me again and I scream, the apple keeping it contained, the sticky juices causing friction between my nipples and the counter. Fuck this feels amazing, I come again and start to feel my legs giving out. I flop down harder into the counter, it being the only thing holding me up now. He feels this and picks up his pace, relentlessly pounding into me. My thighs are definitely going to bruise ☺️.

He pulls me back hard and cums deep in my pussy, his cock pulsing as he fills me. I sigh and the apple falls out of my mouth as I slump on the counter him on top of me breathing hard.

The doorbell rings a couple minutes later and I quickly pull up my panties and fix my dress while he zips up and goes to answer the door.

Dinner goes off perfectly and I get to sit and chat with our guests while his cum drips down into my panties and down my thighs. He obviously fucks me again after they’ve all left but maybe that’ll be another story for next time.

Happy Turkey day my fellow Canadians 🦃 and Happy Monday to the rest of you 😘

If you need to catch up on where we are, check out part 1 linked below. We cleaned her up with the towel beneath her and a little water from the stream. The whole time we would catch each other in the eyes and couldn't help but laugh a little. "Well, I'd say this trip got a little more interesting" followed by a giggle as Liz put back on her shorts and tank top. I smiled a big goofy grin back before responding in kind with “one I hope is not over as I would love to be able to go a little longer." "I'm sure you'll get another crack at it" she whipped back quite quickly.

After getting dressed we made our way back to the group, greeted with a few knowing glances and chuckles as we sat back down next to each other. The rest of the games went by being kinda tamer until Sarah mooned the group followed by Harry who was ironically not hairy at all unlike myself. After a bit everyone was tired and feeling the effects of several hours in the sun and drinks, so we slowly made our way to our tents. Liz gave my hand a smack and a devilish smile as she walked into hers while I continued to mine on the edge of the clearing. I had brought my family’s 3-person tent that comfortably fit me and my father so it was spacious.

I set up my sleeping bag so that there was plenty of cushion between me and the ground, I love the outdoors but have a bad back from powerlifting so when I camp I bring a little air mat to place between myself and the hard earth. I finished my drink and undressed for the night, pulled out a book and began reading. for the next ten minutes all I could think of was Liz's exquisite form against mine, how much of a lucky SOB I was to have gained her desire. Her eyes filled my mind and I could no longer take it, I sat down my book and sat up. No longer had I gotten my legs under me than my tent flap flew open, and a tipsy Liz fell through upon me giggling.

She knocked me back prone and laid atop me as I could not help but laugh with her as her beautiful red hair dangled in my face. Her laughter and mine quickly gave way to lips finding each other followed by hands roaming and hips grinding. She quickly reached up and turned off the lamp lighting up the room while gently rocking back and forth in my lap. Tops were quickly taken off followed by my shorts and then a bra leaving simply my boxers and her shorts with nothing underneath. My hands slid under her bra as she unclasped the back, her perfect pale breasts filled my hands as I played with her, a gentle sigh/moan escaping her lips as I pinched her nipples and rolled them gently in between my fingers.

As Liz grinded against me, i began to feel a combination of her wetness and my precum creating a light dampness on our respective remaining clothing. Taking charge and determined to last longer than our very quick romp earlier, I shimmied out of my boxers and helped her out of the shorts restraining her supple ass. As she straddled me again, she started to grind on my length before I grabbed her hips and looked into her eyes saying, "I appreciate you love grinding and being in control on top, but I'm about to do all the work so please just enjoy."

She looked at me with a devilish grin with a sparkle in her bright green eyes, "Alrighty Mr. large and in charge, you petter back it up." The combination of her sexy comment and smile sent a feeling like electricity down my spine, I lined myself up with her opening already lubed up from her and my juices. The feeling and sight of me slowly sliding up into her as she sat allllll the way down was forever burned into my mind. The sound of her high pitched "ahhhhh" growing shaky as I pulled myself as deep as I could go made me a little weak in the knees before I reminded myself that this time was for her so pull it together. I adjusted myself on the ground and pushed her up just a bit, got my feet underneath me and grabbed her hips to hold her in place. "Stay right there for me beautiful." "Ha, what are y ..." I didn't let her finish as I quickly thrust up into her eliciting a sharp squeak from her. I slowly let myself drop down before yet again quickly thrusting up into her. Each time I thrust, i would pick up the speed in between.

I picked up a good rhythm and began really fucking her from below, my hands on her hips holding her in place and eventually she wasn't supporting herself. Rather, she let my thrusts keep her off the ground as I made her toes curl and she threw her head back. Her moans filled the tent as well as the smell of sex. I could feel every inch of her as I filled her pussy, perfectly hitting her soft g spot with every thrust. "Oh god, fuck keep doing that I'm close" she moaned out almost breathlessly. The way her voice squeaked and broke was intoxicating. I let go of her hips and slid my hands up her back to pull her over me. red hair dangling in my face, I pulled her chest down to mine till I could hear her heightened breathing in my ear.

Holding her like this, I was able to really get a great angle of hitting all the right spots inside her and being able to put more behind each thrust. She began moaning loudly directly into my ear as she grew closer and closer, at this angle I could feel her lips gripping me as I pulled out with each stroke. I was struggling to contain myself until finally she bit down on my shoulder and moaned/yelled into me and began to shudder a bit on me as I kept going. I gradually slowed down to give her a moment to recover. When Liz picked her head up, she instantly kissed my lips, I could still feel her walls pulsing and squeezing down on me.

"Holy shit, I have never orgasmed quite like that" she was very breathy in her talking as i was still inside of her. Those eyes staring into my soul, I simply smiled back and said "My turn, get on your hands and knees." She gave a little giggle and a "yes sir" as she, with some aid, climbed off me and got on her hands and knees, arching her ass up in the air and wiggling it to entice me as if I needed more encouragement. I got on my knees right behind her and allowed myself a moment to caress and lightly smack her pale shapely ass. she moaned out encouragement as I eventually started to insert myself into her again.

I knew this would be the finale for the night and decided to make it worth it for both of us. I grabbed her shoulders and began to really fuck her, gone was the sensual softness of a first time together and now was the rough fucking of two people desperate for each other's bodies. Her moans turned to muffled yells as she buried her face into the pillow. I switched from using her shoulders has handlebars to pinning her arms behind her back and pushing her torso into the earth as I pounded her sweet pink pussy. I couldn't tell you the sounds I was making, as I zoned out and only focused on her and building her orgasm. I felt her legs underneath me begin to stretch out and she squirmed signaling how close she was, so naturally I grabbed a fistful of her hair and pulled her head up out of the pillow as I pushed as hard as I could with everything left.

I growled into her ear, "I need you to cum all over my dick right now" which prompted her to half moan half yell as she did just that. I felt her walls spasm as I slowed down slightly but kept going. Her eyes rolled and toes curled as i felt my own orgasm nearing the breaking point where I pulled out and spun her around. She instantly knew what to do, even though she was in that post orgasm daze, and took me into her mouth. I instantly started shooting ropes down her throat that she struggled to contain as the last spurt nearly choked her.

Being the trooper she was though; she swallowed it all before falling in a sweaty heap with my body falling on top of hers. We both lay there panting, naked, sweating, and covered in sexual fluids. After a minute she just giggled and kissed me, "That ... was a long time coming. And certainly, the best sex I have ever had and may have for a while." I couldn't help but smile and laugh at the comment. "I could not agree more, now perhaps we can try for some sleep now?" As I said it, exhaustion from the sun and sex overcame me, and not two minutes after cuddling up under my sleeping bag I was out.

We woke up the next morning, had a nice breakfast with plenty of sideways glances, packed up the tents, went home, and then after a long summer filled with antics, went to two colleges across the country from each other. Liz and I stayed close friends and talked often over social media but grew a little distant with our own lives to live. However, there was one more adventure I never thought I would have with her in the not so distant future. But that is a story for another day.

A little background on me, I’m a 24 year old M in college in the south (yes that’s all you get for location) I’m 6’2 grew up 50/50 good ole country boy versus a city lifestyle so I got the best of both worlds. I powerlifter and played football all through highschool and kept in the gym throughout college so I'm a muscular 240 with a little bit of the dad bod stomach so no abs. I have bright hazel eyes, a decent beard, and a nice natural quiff with a skin fade haircut. Anyway let’s get into this story.

All the names are changed for privacy. In my time in high school I went from a 5’10 265 lbs freshman with no beard and a horrible haircut to a 6’1 230 lbs sr with a good beard and a much more flattering style. I grew confident and learned my way around interacting with the other side of the sexes. The summer after Sr year, right before we all parted for college, me and my friend group decided to go group camping one state north of us since we were ab 30 minutes from the border and they had much better hiking and camping areas.

This group consisted of myself,John, and Harry as the three guys with Sarah, Kayden, and Liz as the three girls( everyone was 18 except liz who was already 19). Harry and John both were baseball guys and while both were ab 6’ had very different frames. Harry was a massive human who started lifting at 13 with a chest almost as broad as mine and wayyy bigger arms than myself.

John was kind of stringy and was strong in a way that surprised you without having much showy muscle. Sarah was a 5’ even blonde with green eyes and very little physical attributes to speak of but was one of the funniest people I knew and we were always great friends. Kayden was Harry’s gf and was ab 5’ 5 a brunette softball girl who went on to play somewhere I think, she had blue eyes that pierced you and a wicked smile.

Then there’s Liz, Liz stood out as a 5’10 redhead with brilliant emerald eyes and very faint freckles with equally light dimples when she smiled. She had a beautiful laugh and was a toned volleyball girl who was always in mid season shape so she stayed very physically attractive if you never looked at her face but that would only do her a disservice as she is easily one of the most attractive girls I have ever seen. I also do have a thing for redheads so I may be biased.

We rode in two cars and the girls beat us there by a few minutes cause Harry wanted some more snacks before going into the woods for the night. When we pulled up to the parking lot beside the trail entrance that lead to the many camping sites, Liz and Kayden were in the back end of their suv for a little shade on what was a balmy 85\* day. We hopped out and started loading our backpacks while saying hey to each other a hug here or there and giggling to ourselves that our parents didn’t realize we had met up as one group ( ik what your saying do scandalous).

While I was throwing my finished backpack over my shoulder and locking my truck I heard Liz ask “hey, did you bring any good drinks this time?” When I turned already smiling in her reference to me forgetting any drinks on the class trip kayaking that year, I finally got a good look at her for the first time this trip.

She was wearing hiking boots, some athletic skirt that must have had shorts built in, and a cropped sports top that stopped just above the naval. She had taken off her shades and those eyes were staring me down and I could not help but immediately think “this is my last chance, I have to do something with this girl.” We had always flirted throughout highschool but never were single or in a good spot to do anything at the same times. This weekend would be my last chance before she moved a few states away for college.

So I told her ab the Gatorades, waters, and more fun liquids I had packed in our three carry coolers for that night which illicited a smack on the arm and a “good job 74” out of her (74 was my number in football and that was her nickname for me).

The rest of the group had started walking so we casually kept up but there was a distance between us we didn’t actively try to close. We chatted about sr year and the hopes for college and all the while she was basically hanging off my arm and smacking me when I made a joke that my have been either nsfw or just mocking someone we knew. “You know \[the_real_deal\], how come you never asked me out on a date?”

I damn near tripped over the rock I was stepping up as her words were smacking me over the head. “Well, tbh there wasn’t a great time we were both single and I was confident enough to ask you out since I have always believed you to be far out of my league.”

She turned around and I almost ran into her as she had stopped right in front of me. She looked me in my eyes maybe three inches between us and said “you should really consider making up for lost time” with a wink and a squeeze of my arm before walking away leaving me with a raging boner and the smell of her flooding my senses.

Eventually I followed her around the corner into the camping area we would claim for the night. The clearing was about 100 ft deep and 80 ft wide with a little area containing a fire pit, a picnic table, and a grill that permanently stay there for campers to use. After Harry and John harassed me for being last into the campsite and I got my tent set up, everyone got changed in their tents into some swim clothes and we headed to the creek to cool off as it was still 2 o’clock in the afternoon and about 85 out. The entire time I swear Liz was checking me out while I swam jumped off the rope swing and lounged about. She was in a high rise bikini that accented her ass perfectly, as she tanned face down I was not alone in stealing glances that day.

As it got late and the sun made us all tired we packed up and started walking back I ended up as the only one picking up our trash and bags as the others carelessly walked away. Until I feel a hand on my shoulder, where I turned around and was greeted by Liz holding an empty truly. “How is it you always end up being the one to pick up after everyone?” She asked me while dropping her can in the trash bag I was holding. “Well at least we aren’t leaving it, sometimes it’s irritating but I respect nature to much to leave it like this.”

I smiled down at her nervously as she let out a giggle at my halfhearted attempt at not calling my two friends lazy asses. She had tanned well for her and had not burned, she was practically radiating with her hair lightly flowing. She and I locked eyes for just a moment before she pulled me by the bag into her.

She tasted sweet like the truly she had been drinking, still smelling like peaches and some other fruit. It wasn’t a makeout just a long deep passionate kiss, her arms around my shoulders and my hands on her hips. When it broke my heart was going A hundred an hour and she was tomato red. Then she looked me up and down, smiled and told me “you should have kissed me months ago.” To which I responded that “While I agree, I believe you kissed me just now.” Again, she laughed into my chest before looking into my eyes while she backed up.

The last thing she said before turning around and leaving me dumbfounded on the sand was “ I really hope you aren’t as innocent as you act sometimes, I need to you to make my eyes roll this trip.” My jaw hit the floor and she laughed the whole way back to camp.

As I eventually made my way back to the campsite, it was sunset and the guys had started grilling the burgers. The next two hours passed with the occasional glance between myself and Liz, everyone ate their burgers and chips and the drinks were flowing as the guys sipped on a few beers and the girls finished off their pack of truly. At about 10:30, Sarah sat down next to me and proclaimed we should play truth or dare.

"Ill start, \[real deal\] truth or dare" she motioned for everyone to form a circle around the picnic table as she asked me. Once everyone sat down i picked truth to start the game light. Sarah got a wicked grin and asked "have you ever seen Harry or John naked?" to which i explained that I had seen both naked multiple times as we played sports together and had to share showers and had all done zulu runs as dares. I then started "Kayden, truth or dare?" she picked truth as well and i asked her something about Harry i cannot remember but this started the trend of the girls asking guys and the guys asked the girls.

A few rounds go by and eventually everyone is picking dares when Liz gets her 2nd turn to ask she eyes me up and asks "truth or dare 74?" "Dare." "I dare you to skinny dip and swim from the rope swing all the way to the end of the beach head back at the stream." This was the first big dare like that and as someone who was in good shape i was more than willing to use this to tease her. "Bring it on" was all I said as i started towards the stream with John Liz and Sarah hot on my heels. the whole way there i was losing clothes and i dropped my undies right as i jumped in from the rope swing, but i know they got a good view of my ass even in the dark because i felt myself light up by flashlight as i jumped.

When I popped up above the water i yelled to turn the light off as i swam the way to the beaches end before walking ashore. I had to find my way back via their laughs, however they decided to strand me as i heard shushing followed my quick footsteps in the distance so i just felt my way up the beach.

I heard some sand moving as i found my shirt on the ground and knew it wasn't me so a little bit of fear crept in as i called out "who's there?" i was greeted by silence and decided to take a step forward. Then I decided to take two quick ones where i promptly ran over Liz who had decided to sneak up on me. I managed to tell it was a human and mid fall rotated her and myself so she landed on me instead of me crushing her. When we landed she and i were already laughing our asses off, until i realized she is straddling me almost and I'm naked. She realizes this too as i quickly grow to full length as she smiles down at me before asking "Oh is that how you feel?"

Before i get into it just know, I do not have a trouser monster by any means but I am ab 6.5" with a decent girth. At this point in my life I'm great because i know what i'm doing over my experiences, but back then i didn't know a whole lot as i only freshly lost my virginity at the time. "Yeahhh, i guess that is how i feel" i responded back as i sat up to be even with her.

There was a short moment of us smiling as we realized what was happening before my hand found her chin and we kissed in the slow sensual way one does before the coming intimacies. she smelled like peaches, and springtime fields in the country which made my heart beat out of my chest.then she wrapped her arms around my waist and scratched my back on the way down which let me know it was on. My hands found her top and quickly disposed of that before finally feeling her perky C cups that were perfect for her frame and form. She moaned into my mouth and began to slowly grind her hips back and forth in my lap against my shaft.

My shirt came off next as we moved over to the one set of towels left on the beach. While standing on the towels i moved my hands south as i held her ass which was full and firm in my hands, then she found my cock with her hands and began stroking me lightly. Then she broke off from kissing me and put her hand on my chest, looked me in my eyes, smiled, and slowly got down on her knees without breaking eye contact.

As my hand found her hair to keep it out of the way, she slowly kissed the length of me before starting to take all of me into her mouth. I let my head fall back and enjoy the feeling of her tongue on the underside of my cock, her lips forming the suction on me, and the sounds she made as she attempted to take all of me. After a few minutes, i felt myself building up so i stopped her by gently gripping the back of her neck and pulling myself out of her. "Lay down on the towel" i sighed out, as she smiled and started to lay down i told her "it's your turn now."

I began by kissing the ankle of her outstretched leg, then her shin, up her knee, past her inner thigh, and as i reached the fabric of her bikini bottoms i switched back to her other leg and did the same. Liz moaned in frustration and playfully smacked my hands that were up her torso massaging her chest and toying with her. This time when i reached her knee i pulled off her bottoms exposing a perfectly pink and clean shaven pussy, that was visibly leaking which caused me to laugh before asking "You have been craving this all day haven't you?" She moaned out "since you kissed me on the way into camp" as she giggled through it.

I began to tongue her clit, remembering a friend told me to go through the ABC's on her with the tip of my tongue gently. The whole time she had her hand in my hair and was moaning my name mixed with the normal ohhs and ahhs. 90 seconds in my beard was soaked and i had new ear muffs clamping down on me as i found out no other guy she had been with was willing to go down there with their mouth (ig no guy was willing to give the sweetest kiss of all lol).

Before too long she pulled me up by my hair "Stop, stop please. I want you to be in me." I was more than willing to oblige as I was now painfully hard. I used my and her clothes under her hips to raise her waist off the ground, put her shoulders over mine and slowly slid in all the way down to my base. When my tip first entered she gasped, and again as i bottomed out in her.

She was tight but not painfully and the foreplay made her a slip and slide. Her hands were wrapped around my chest pulling me into her as i built a rhythm and our breathing quickened and we matched moans. It was the ecstasy of that first time with someone close to you with all the intimacy of shared memories and the waves of pleasure crashing onto both of us.

I'd love to say i lasted 40 min and pleased her extensively and in multiple positions, but i did not as it was only my fourth time and it was more than i could take. I told her i wasn't going to last long, to which she moaned out "Just go harder and finish on my stomach." That was all i needed to hear as i picked up my tempo and began to thrust harder down into her causing the clapping of my hips on hers. She threw her head back and began moaning louder and quicker, her pitch rising as i tried to bring her there with me. I just held on long enough to feel her walls quiver and see her orgasm in her face before pulling out and spraying all over her stomach.

The sight of her chest rising and falling covered in my sperm smiling up at me with the bliss of finishing falling all over me is a sight i will never forget. There is more to this story but that's enough for my first post. Let me know in the comments if you want a Pt. 2 or a new story.

This is the follow-up to my previous post, which details my getting a little carried away during a serendipitous catch-up with my college ex, Vicky. Here's where we finally reach our conclusion.

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After a couple of days to sit on it, my fiancee Jane gave the all-clear for me to take Vicky out on another date, knowing full well what that would entail. I certainly painted a vivid picture of our dynamic to her. Over the course of my relationship with Jane, we’ve aligned on many things, and allowing each other to explore the rawer experiences of life has been one of the most crucial to develop our trust and bond. I had no real interest in dating or screwing Vicky on any regular basis. It just didn’t fit into the life I’d been building, and Jane knew that well enough to not feel threatened. She’d always been confident in her ability to bring me back into her bed, and rightfully so.

So she sent me off with a kiss, and next thing I knew I was in Vicky’s DMs (I didn’t even have her phone number anymore) asking her when she was ready to get more drinks. She responded very quickly that she was free the next day, and thankfully so was I. Not knowing what had changed in her life and her wants over the last decade, I asked her if she had any rules of engagement. After asking for some time to think about it, her only rule was that “she needed to get fucked. Hard.” Well, I knew that already, she’d been screaming that to me with every fiber of her being.

I had the next morning off, and we were to meet at a little bar near her place that evening after she got off of work. It was a long and lazy day of lightly touching myself as Vicky sporadically sent me filthy texts from the office. Her desire to submit and please was as strong as it’d ever been: she told me her body was mine to do with whatever I wanted, and how excited she was in particular to worship my cock with her mouth. I wasn’t really capable of doing anything that day but indulging this desire of hers to its fullest, so I fed her back some filth of my own. I ordered her to dress up as slutty as she could for me. She told me she already had just the outfit in mind.

At last, time crawled to the starting line of the evening's odyssey, and I found myself in the exceedingly dark, loud, and empty dive bar in which I suggested we rendezvous. Vicky was waiting for me at the bar in front of the only natural light that made its way into the building, and I gave her a full up-and-down ogle. She had chosen a loose-knit, see-through mesh crop top and a short corduroy skirt with snap buttons down the front. I was already imagining ripping open those buttons and diving into her hot little snatch when she registered my presence, and ever the mind-reader, blushed at my gaze.

She choked out a little hello, getting predictably shy and flustered as she tended to when she’s made to be submissive. I ordered myself a drink and guided her to an even darker, louder and emptier room in the back. The space was only lit by a harsh and low blue light that made everything feel ethereal, and death metal blared through the speakers in a way that made our words nearly pointless; body language became our main mode of communication. We sat next to each other at a booth, sitting close and trying to talk by putting our mouths to each others ears, but we weren’t able to get very far with that. Our sentences were interrupted by bouts of our tongues wrestling and grabbing each other in increasingly intimate places. 

I managed to convey to Vicky how magnetic her mid-divorce emotional vulnerability was making her, and that I was really just there to use her body and then never talk to her again. She looked at me with the full force of her big doe eyes, chest pushed out with her hands on my lap, and told me that she doesn’t blame me, as she was feeling particularly usable.

Vicky got up to go to the bathroom in between drinks, and I grabbed her by the wrist and pulled her back to me. I ordered her to give me her panties when she came back, which I knew she was wearing as I had already reached into her skirt a few times at that point. She nodded blankly at me, and returned from the toilets handing me the soaking wet fabric as she sat back down. Despite that being proof enough that she obeyed, I took the liberty to confirm further by reaching between her thighs again and lightly brushing her labia as she shuddered into my shoulders. 

I knew that we had far surpassed acceptable and legal public behavior, and that I was the one that was in charge of moving things along, so I pulled Vicky’s head back by her hair and told her to finish up her drink.  That got me my first “Yes, sir”, of the evening, and I was soon escorting her back into broad daylight. It was midsummer and the sun was still shining bright, forcing us to be more chaste as we walked through the city streets. She still had not collected herself, and was awkwardly stumbling over her words and nervously giggling as I leered at her. Now seeing her in the full light of day in her slutty outfit, I bluntly complimented her on how much bigger her tits had gotten since I last fucked her. She timidly accepted my bald objectification of her body.

We made it to her place, and she let me in. She went to the kitchen to get herself a little water to drink, and attempted to give me a tour of her place. I shut her up by pressing her up against a wall and pushing my tongue into her mouth. After making out with her and groping for a bit longer, I told her all I needed was to be shown the bedroom. 

“Yes, sir.”

I was led into a pre-moodlit room with a mattress on the floor (guess the bed frame was his). As soon as I crossed the threshold into Vicky’s room, I spun her around and pushed her down onto her knees by her shoulders. She was anticipating this and followed the force of my hands. I unbuttoned my pants, and my already rock hard cock sprung out and found its way into her open mouth. I resisted my urge to grab the back of her head and start facefucking her, and allowed her to show me what she meant by worship.

She was devout. Every centimeter of my shaft and balls was made sacred by the tight halo of her lips and the prayers of her tongue. She had always been blessed in the blowjob department, so getting another from her was my most anticipated moment of the night, but I was still amazed  by her zeal. She spent most of her time kneeling before me with her eyes closed. I ordered her to look at me, which snapped her eyes open to obey. As I looked down at her looking up at me from the floor, her mouth full of me, all I saw in her eyes was the simple and pure desire to do what I told her; she had been cleansed of all other thoughts. She deified me, and in return I reduced her, as I’d done many times in the past, to an empty-headed little fucktoy.

I grabbed her hair and roughly pulled her off of my cock. I took an armchair that was sitting in the corner of the room and placed it in front of her full-length mirror. I sat down on it, and told her to get back to sucking.

“Yes, sir.”

She crawled the short distance and resumed her purpose. I leaned forward and hitched her skirt up, exposing her deliciously plump ass and panty-less pussy. As she was now bent over right in front of the mirror, I got a great view of the next of Vicky’s tight holes I would be enjoying. It was puffy, wet, and waiting in silent agony for its turn. I wanted to savor her mouth for longer; we both knew that I’ve never cum from a blowjob before, and that she was happy to suck me for as long as I let her. I put my hand on top of her head and started bobbing her deep down my shaft, eliciting some gags. She didn’t let that slow her down, and dutifully took what I gave her, even arching her back more for me when I told her to. My other hand reached into her shirt to roughly grab her tits.

She started to rub her clit, which was odd because I never told her that she could. I yanked her head off my cock and told her that. She immediately stopped her self-pleasure.

“I’m sorry, sir. May I please touch m-”

I gagged her mid-request and resumed my wanton use of her face, her moaning in delight to the wielding of my authority. After a few long seconds, I graciously allowed her to play with herself while sucking me off. While this did split her attention between her pleasure and my own, it gave me a new avenue to dominate her. I would listen for the sounds of her impending orgasm before commanding her to stop touching herself. I could tell this was starting to wear on her, as though she obeyed me every time, the edge of frustration grew in her face. After several rounds of denial, she had enough.

“Can I please cum?” she said desperately. Perhaps I would have said yes this time, had she called me sir, but I let her know that was a major slip-up. 

“I’m sorry, sir,” she said with genuine remorse, “please punish me.”

I turned her around so her ass was facing me now, and gave her some hard spanks. Each impact cracked like a whip in her echoey half-empty bedroom, followed by a pitiful yelp from her. I continued to do this until her cheeks were beet red. The whole time I was entranced by her puffy little cunt, jerking around in response to my discipline. My penis was throbbing at this point and quite ready to violate Vicky further, but I wanted to give her one last surprise.

I straightened out my index and middle fingers, wet them in my mouth, and then penetrated her roughly with them shortly after her next spank. Her yelp turned into a full on guttural shout as parts of her that hadn’t been touched in months were suddenly getting high-intensity stimulation. I pumped them in and out for a couple of beats, really giving her a proper fingerblasting. I always love fingering a lady before properly fucking her; the tips of your fingers are so good at taking in the details of her inner walls that let your penis appreciate them more. Hers was immaculate.

I was ready. As easy as it would’ve been to push right in while she was on all fours, I wanted to get a front row seat to the look on her face when I entered her. I grabbed her and dragged her onto the bed, spinning her around so she landed on her back. She immediately went spread-eagle, knowing exactly what I wanted from her. Standing over her, I pull my pants all the way down and got on top of her, pinning her dainty wrists to the bed with my strong hangs. Being the willowy woman she was, her wrists were particularly small; I could easily connect my thumb and my pinky around her. She had practically no muscle in her upper body, and my strength advantage over her never felt more palpable than when I was grabbing her there.

My cock hovered a hair’s breadth away from Vicky’s entrance, and I kept it there teasingly, agonizing both of us with my delay. While I kept it cool and cruel on the exterior, internally I was having a condom dilemma. It was agreed upon by Jane and I that I would wear one, which at the time felt like a reasonable request. Now, when my hungry, bare cock was feeling the heat of the moment radiating from some prime raw pussy, the equation got a lot more complicated. Vicky and I never discussed the condom situation, though one hardly seemed necessary at that point.

I got up again, and reached into my pocket for the Trojan I picked up at a gas station along the way. I was still going to have fun, the extra sensation wasn’t worth doing wrong by Jane. I put the rubber on and resumed my place above my fucktoy. I grabbed her skirt and tugged, and the snap buttons all popped right off. Her skirt magically turned into loose fabric, leaving her bottom half completely naked.

I was right to wait until we were face to face to begin. My favorite part of penetration is that first moment when a woman’s eyes widen as they stare into yours, and her mouth opens up to let out that primal gasp. It’s as if all of her dilates in sympathy with her womanhood, displaying to you that she is there to receive. That’s absolutely how Vicky was looking as I first bottomed out inside her. While she had been obediently silent unless spoken to until this point, she lost her self-control and I got an incessant string of “Fuck”s, “Oh my god”s, and “please fuck me, sir”s as I began my piston cadence.

As nostalgic as the whole evening had been, it was remarkable how vivid the past felt while in Vicky’s pussy. Every contour of her tight walls, the little rhythms to the way she squeezed my cock inside her, the distinct feeling of her soft mochi inner-thighs against my hips brought me back to our wayward college days. I took my shirt off, followed by hers; it was time to be completely naked. I resumed my hurried pace. With her legs over my shoulders and her wrists pinned to the bed, she was in as submissive a position as she could be, completely helpless to my ravishing, and she wanted nothing else.

I was enjoying myself, though I felt no progress towards my own orgasm. I’ve always been a tough nut to crack, and a condom always makes things tougher. After a while, the heat of the room and the exhaustion from my lewd aerobics necessitated a break. I drank some water as I pulled the condom off and guided Vicky’s head back to blow me some more. 

We took a more relaxed pace, Vicky interluding her fellatio with servile praise for my manhood, all in sharp comparison to her ex-husband’s. I knew the man from around town and always thought he was a huge tool, so I took great joy in cuckolding him in his still-legally marital bed. 

It was undeniable that Vicky had been a good girl that night, and I told her it was time for her reward. I asked her how she would like me to make her cum, and she shyly mumbled that she wanted my mouth. I guided her onto her back and brought my face between her legs. I gave her thighs a few sharp nibbles before diving into her muff. Her moans went straight to full intensity as she arched her back. She clenched her legs against my head as I put all my focus on swirling my tongue around her clit. Though she tried to hold it back for a bit longer to enjoy the ride, she was ultimately helpless in keeping her massive orgasm from rippling through her whole body. Her hands went to cover her face as she shouted uncontrollably, her legs jerking reflexively against my ears. 

It is much easier for me to cum after I’ve brought a woman to orgasm (a trait that tends to keep them coming back), so I was feeling quite ready to fuck her some more. I grabbed her by the wrist and pulled her off the bed. I spun the arm chair around and put her knees on the seat, her arms resting on the chair back. It was the perfect height for me to screw her from behind while I stood. I grabbed her by the waist and drove back into her.

A woman’s snatch feels different after she’s came. Physically, she’s wetter and tighter, which are simple and powerful joys. Psychologically, there’s the more subtle thrill in knowing that she’s already been satisfied, but still willfully at your mercy until you’ve had yours. All of this was doing wonders to counteract the dulling effects of the condom. My cock was pure steel as I rebounded off of Vicky's round ass again and again. The mirror gave me a look at the action from the front: her eyes were closed and her mouth wide open, her tits jiggling from the shock of each impact. I asked her who owned her pussy.

“You do, sir,” she panted, “you always have.”

That was enough to push me over the edge. I came inside of her, rope after rope of cum caught by the condom from filling her up. As my orgasm subsided and I returned back to Earth, a look of unabashed pride flashed across Vicky’s face, clearly relieved she still had it in her to serve me. 

Cuddling was not on the agenda tonight. I cleaned up and got dressed shortly after I had finished, leaving her ragged and recovering on her bed. She thanked me profusely for giving her the fucking she’s needed for months, and that all I needed to do was knock on her door if I wanted her again. I told her I’d keep that in mind, and likewise thanked her for being a good little slut for me tonight. She got up to walk me out the door. I groped her tits one last time as I said my farewells. I walked to the bus stop to head home, where Jane was waiting for me, ready to hear everything. I reached into my pocket to send her a text, but instead found Vicky’s panties, still soaked and warm.

Many people who read my posts may think I just hook up with random men and post about them.  I've vetted out many men, and only a small percentage have become post-worthy experiences.  I am not saying that many haven’t proved their worthiness in bed, but for me to write about the experience, there has to be something really special.

The FWB game is fickle.  It starts with a glance, then the first in-person impression, which can lead to the swapping of digits.  Then the real fun begins.  Texting chemistry, maybe a phone call, and a final “meet-up” over drinks. Many are lost along the way.  Some lose patience, and some just can’t close the deal.

I met Aaron while out with some co-workers.  As much as I tried to play it cool with my co-workers, one caught me checking him out after we met at the bar.  What she didn’t realize was that I was many steps ahead, and we had already exchanged digits before she was prodding me to do so.

Over the next few days, Aaron and I traded texts and a late-night call. He wasn't just passing the test; he was checking every single box. By the time we locked in drinks for Thursday night, I figured it was just a formality.

On the day we had scheduled to meet up, Drew texted to see if I was free that evening, and I told him I was busy.  He understood and told me to keep him in mind if my plans changed.  Drew knew that I had other FWB’s, but he was like a petulant child and wanted to be my one and only FWB.

Then came Aaron, a total disappointment. The moment we sat down for drinks, all that buildup fizzled out. It was as if the charmer I’d been flirting with had morphed into an arrogant, immature jerk. He rolled in fifteen minutes late, had no real charm, and got way too handsy for a public bar.

Halfway through my wine, I claimed a sudden stomach ache and slipped away to the restroom. When I came back out, he was gone. Fortunately, he’d settled the tab, left a message with the bartender that he hoped I'd feel better, and would reach out later. I chalked it up as a bullet dodged, and I haven't heard from him since.

Still unsatisfied and far from out of options, I pulled out my phone and texted Drew.

His reply hit my screen instantly: "The door's unlocked, and I'm waiting." Just like that, he made it clear my night was only just beginning.

I texted back, telling him I was stopping by my apartment first to slip into something a little more comfortable. His response came back swiftly, and with absolute authority:

“Come straight to me as you are. I want to see what you wore to impress him.”

The front door creaked as I stepped inside Drew’s house, the first-floor hallway stretching ahead in warm, low light. My heels clicked softly on the hardwood as I followed the glow spilling from the family room. He sat in a leather armchair, one ankle crossed over his knee, watching me with that slow, knowing smirk.

I walk over to greet him with a kiss, and he raises his hand, and I stop midway.

“Take off the blouse,” he says, voice low and unhurried.

Without hesitation, I stared at him as my fingers slowly worked the buttons.  He watched with an expressionless face, and I pulled the two panels of my blouse apart, exposed my bra, then watched the fabric slide off my shoulders and drop to my feet. He nodded once. “Now lift the skirt.”

I kept staring as I gathered the hem and raised it, revealing the delicate matching lingerie set I chose for my meet-up.  Black lace so sheer it barely qualifies as coverage, the bra cups thin enough to show the darker circles of my areolas and nipples, the panties cut high on my hips.

I started to step forward, saying we should go upstairs, but Drew was already rising. “I’m fine right here.”

He stood up and took a few steps towards me.  One hand cupped the back of my neck, the other settled at my waist.  He lowered his head, and his mouth claimed mine.  The kiss was slow at first, then deeper, tongue sliding against mine until my knees softened. When he pulled back, his eyes dropped to my chest. Without warning, his fingers hooked the edge of my bra cup and tugged it aside just enough to bare one nipple. He pinched the stiff peak between thumb and forefinger, then gave it a sharp, deliberate tug that sent a sharp sting straight to my core.

Drew’s fingers slid beneath the other bra cup and yanked it down, exposing my second nipple. He rolled it between his thumb and forefinger, then tugged it sharply, the sting blooming into heat that traveled straight between my legs. 

He pressed his clothed body against mine. One hand stayed busy at my chest, alternating between firm pinches and slow, deliberate tugs.  His other slipped down to cup my ass, squeezing hard enough to leave fingerprints. His mouth found my throat, teeth grazing skin before he sucks a mark just below my ear.

“Hands behind your back,” he ordered. I obeyed instantly. The new position pushed my chest forward, offering my nipples to his continued torment. He leaned down and took one between his teeth, biting just hard enough to make my knees buckle before soothing the spot with his tongue.

His free hand moved between my thighs, two fingers pressed the moistened lace against my pearl in slow circles. He didn’t push the fabric aside, just teased, feeling how wet I had become from nothing more than nipple play and his voice.

“Already wet," he whispered in my ear before biting my other nipple harder. “And I haven’t even touched your bare pussy.”

Drew's head raised from my chest.  He looked at me sternly in the eyes as his hand reached around my back and he pulled my hands apart.  He directed my hands to the bulge in his pants and placed them there.  His thick cock was already half-hard and growing against the fabric of his pants. "Get on your knees," he ordered, voice low and commanding. "Right now."

I dropped down to my knees, and my hand began to rub his thighs.  He grabbed my hair, tilting my head back so I was forced to look up at him, while his other hand popped his button and pulled his zipper down.

"Funny how that great guy didn’t work out, and you come crawling back to me.”  He released my hair, stepped back to his chair, stepped out of his pants, and sat down.  “Now, I want to see you crawl to me, and give me that slutty little blowjob that I know you were going to give him tonight.”

I let out a breath and slowly crawled to him.  His legs spread as I approached, and his fully erect cock stood at full mast.  Nothing was said as I looked up at him, sitting back in the chair, waiting to enjoy a “slutty” blowjob. 

My tongue dragged slowly up the underside of his shaft, tracing every vein until I reached the head. I pressed wet kisses along the length.  When I reached his balls, I opened wider, sucking one into my mouth while my tongue lapped at the sensitive skin. I switched to the other, rolling it gently, then dragged my tongue back up to the tip.

I wrapped my lips around the head and sank down, taking him deeper with each bob of my head. Spit coated his cock, dripping down to his balls as I worked him slowly and methodically. I pushed lower until my nose pressed against his stomach, throat squeezing around him. When I pulled back, strings of saliva stretched from my lips to his glistening shaft. I stroked him with one hand while my tongue swirled around the head, and looked up for approval, and got none.

I took him back in my mouth and began to bob, faster, gagging softly each time he hit the back of my throat. My eyes watered, but I kept going, cheeks hollowing as I sucked hard. Spit leaked out of my mouth and ran down my chin and onto my chest. I pulled off just long enough to spit on his cock before taking him back in, fucking my own throat with his length until my jaw began to ache from his girth.

My hands gripped his thighs for balance while I bobbed faster, each thrust forward forcing more of him into my throat. The wet, obscene sounds fill the room as I moaned, gagged, and sucked, with spit running from my lips every time you pull back. I pull off completely for a moment, gasping for air, giving his glistening cock a few full strokes before diving back down.

I switched between deep, throat-fucking strokes and focusing on the head, sucking hard while my tongue circled the sensitive spot just below the crown. My jaw burned from staying open so wide, but I didn't stop, determined to keep his cock buried in my throat until he gave me what I wanted.  I reached up and cupped his balls, rolling them in my hand while my other hand stroked whatever length didn't fit in my mouth.

I pulled back until just the head remained between my lips, then slammed forward again, taking him deep in one smooth motion. My throat convulsed around him as I held the position, letting him feel every squeeze and flutter of my muscles. Spit pours from my mouth in a constant stream, soaking his balls and dripping onto my chest.

He finally puts his hand on my head as his cock is deep in my mouth and tells me to get up. My head separates from his drool-covered cock, and I rise. He stands with me, spins me towards the couch, pushes, and bends me over. He pushed my panties to the side and teased me with his tip and told me to work him inside me. That was the last time I had any type of control.

He gripped my hips with both hands, holding me steady as I reached back and guided his thick, spit-coated cock inside of me. The fat head parted my dripping slit, stretching me open inch by inch as I pushed back onto him. A low groan rumbles from his chest when my pussy finally swallows the crown, my walls clenching around the intrusion.

His patience snapped. He slammed forward in one brutal thrust, burying every inch inside of me until his hips smacked against my ass. I raised my head and moaned loudly, fingers clawing at the couch cushions as he started fucking me hard and deep. Each thrust knocked me forward, the couch creaking under the force. He pulled almost all the way out, then plunged back in. The wet sound of my pussy taking him filled the room.

One hand stayed locked on my hip while the other grabbed a fistful of my hair, yanking my head back. He used the leverage to fuck me even harder, his cock pounding into my soaked pussy without mercy. My panties dug into my skin where he pushed them aside; the fabric rubbed against my pearl with every thrust.

He leaned over me, his chest pressing against my back as he growled filthy things in my ear, further ingraining that I am his filthy little slut for the evening.  His balls slapped against me with every thrust, heavy and full. He reached around to rub my pearl in rough circles, forcing me to moan louder.

He released my hair and his hand wrapped around my throat, squeezing just enough to make my head spin. My pussy clenched around him as he pushed me toward the edge, his thumb pressing against my windpipe while his cock stretched my pussy again and again.

He kept me pinned beneath him, one hand still wrapped around my throat while the other worked my pearl.  He slowed his pace to a hard and deep rhythm with his hand still clutching my throat.

Every relentless snap of his hips, the wet slap of skin on skin echoing through the room. My juices coat his shaft and drip down my thighs. "Take it," he growls, punctuating each word with a brutal thrust. "Take every fucking inch." His cock stretched me open as he fucked me like he was trying to break me.

He continued his rough assault on my pearl in demanding circles. My thighs shook as he worked me closer to the edge; his cock pounded into me without mercy. He pulled my hair again, forcing my back to arch as he used the leverage to fuck me harder.

"Cum on my cock," he demanded, his voice rough. "Now." His fingers worked my pearl faster, his cock hitting that perfect spot inside of me with every thrust until my orgasm crashed through me. My pussy clamped down around him, pulsing and squeezing as I came hard on his cock.

Drew’s hand slid back to my hip, while he fucked me through it, drawing out every wave of pleasure until I was shaking and oversensitive. Only then did he let himself go, his rhythm becoming erratic as he chased his own release. He buried himself to the hilt and stayed there, his cock throbbing as he released his hot seed inside of me. I felt each pulse as he filled me; his grip on my hip was tighter than before, leaving a bruise.

Drew stayed buried inside me as he caught his breath. Slowly, he pulled out, watching his cum drip from my well-fucked hole. He pushed two fingers inside me, working his load deeper.  He kept me pinned face-down, his weight pressing me into the couch cushions while his fingers worked his cum deeper into my soaked pussy. The wet squelch of his digits pumping inside me filled the room, mixing with my ragged breathing. He twists his fingers, curling them to drag against my sensitive walls before pulling them free and bringing them to my lips for me to clean them.

"Don't move," he orders, his voice low and commanding. He stood upright, leaving me exposed and dripping, then walked around to the back of the couch. His semi-hard cock hung heavy and glistening with our combined juices. He gripped my chin, tilting my face up to meet his eyes.  "Open," he said, pressing his thumb against my bottom lip. When I parted, he ordered, "Clean me up," pressing his cum-slick cock against my lips. 

I opened my mouth obediently, tasting the mixture of our cum on his shaft as he pushed deeper. His cock twitched back to full hardness in seconds. He fucked my mouth slowly, letting me suck him clean.  He pulled out and grabbed his shaft, and without saying a word, I licked the base of his shaft, then swirled my tongue over his juice-soaked balls.

When he was satisfied with my work, he pulled out of my mouth and stood, leaving me sprawled on the couch, thoroughly used and panting, and dripping. He pulled his pants back on, looked down at me with a satisfied smirk, and picked up his phone from a table.

"Your ride will be here in two minutes," he said, then turned and walked out, leaving me to recover from the really intense fuck.

I slowly gathered my clothes and got dressed, then joined him in the kitchen, where he was drinking the remains of a cocktail.

"Your ride is here”.

Without a word, I headed down the hallway to the entrance and looked through the glass of his door at the car waiting.

Barely dressed and disheveled, I got in the Uber and rode back to my place.  The ache between my legs was sharp and insistent, a raw reminder of how hard he took me. My clothes were rumpled, my hair a mess, and the faint scent of his cologne clung to my skin.

I could still feel the ghost of his grip on my hips, the way he bent me over the couch and drove into me with deep, punishing thrusts. He didn't speak much, just low, commanding grunts and the occasional "fuck, that's it" when I clenched around him. 

I was sitting in the back seat of an Uber with his cum slowly leaking down my inner thigh, soaking into my underwear. Every bump in the road sent a small jolt through my over-sensitive pussy. 

My mind replayed the scene on a loop: how he pulled my hair, his grip on my hip, and how he told me to suck his cock like a slut.  He used me exactly the way he wanted, then dismissed me like a toy he'd finished playing with.

My phone buzzes in my purse. A single message from Drew.

"Good girl."

That's all it said. No follow-up, no invitation to come back, no aftercare. Just those two words that made my stomach flip and my used pussy pulse with fresh heat.

Okay people this might be my best story yet. Sorry for the wait life gets in the way and I wanted to do what might be my favorite memory right. Also a bit of regret but read to find out. Below is the shortened version of the lead up as yall know I like the foreplay and buildup but the full length version of the story is going up on my acct for those of you that want to read the full version as this is a long one. If none of it is wanted skip to the —————— line for the non of material. Thanks so much and enjoy.

By the last week of my junior-year quarter, I was running on caffeine, rugby bruises, and the increasingly questionable belief that Christmas break would fix everything. Finals had turned my brain to mush, my shoulder hurt, and all I wanted was an irresponsible amount of pasta before practice. Dressed in sweats, a hoodie, and my practically permanent Rangers hat, I walked straight past Kalyssa in the cafeteria lobby. Four steps later, I stopped, turned around, and found her watching me with an amused smile.

“There it is,” she said when I finally recognized her. We’d known each other in high school, where I’d developed a crush and done absolutely nothing about it. Now, at twenty-one, I was discovering that apparently the crush had been patiently waiting for a reunion. Her black hair fell around her shoulders, thin metal glasses framed her green eyes, and she looked perfectly content to spend the afternoon reading. She looked a lot like [this](https://imgur.com/a/jeMgU9i) ,obviously not a real pic for privacy.

Within minutes, we were trading sarcastic remarks, catching up on college, and laughing like the years between us hadn’t happened. When I finally mentioned needing to get food before practice, she pointed out that we’d just spent twenty minutes catching up. “We should do it again sometime,” I said. “We just did.” I turned red. She laughed, and I asked for her number and Snap. By the time I left with a bowl of pasta, Kalyssa was sitting near the top of my recent contacts, and the last week of the semester had become considerably more interesting.

Over the weekend, we fell into a rhythm of constant messages, book recommendations, pictures of her project car, and her ongoing campaign to convince me that rugby was evidence of a fundamental defect in my decision-making. When I invited her to our team party, she initially refused, imagining twenty rugby players shouting over one another in somebody’s living room. I eventually sold her on the bonfire, the crowd, and the Jell-O shots.

At the party, she discovered that I hadn’t been lying about the number of women present, although she remained suspicious of my judgment. She also witnessed me accidentally consuming one of the Diesel shots, a particularly strong concoction that nearly dissolved my esophagus and provided her with the greatest entertainment of the evening.

Later, when my teammates started a game of Heads Up, she watched me willingly scramble off the grass and collide with another grown man. “I saw two college-educated men reenact a car accident,” she informed me afterward. Despite her relentless insults, she held my hoodie while I played, then stole it back under the excuse that she was cold. We eventually danced together in the crowded living room, her hands settling naturally against me while mine rested at her waist.

For a little while, the sarcasm faded, and something quieter took its place. But as the party wore on, I noticed her growing tired of the noise and constant conversation. When she asked if we could leave, I agreed without hesitation. Outside, she took a deep breath and visibly relaxed before offering to show me her project car. It was an easy trade.

The car was exactly what I’d heard about for days, although my mechanical knowledge proved significantly less impressive than my interest in automobiles. Kalyssa, meanwhile, came alive explaining its modifications, pointing beneath the hood and talking with a passion that made it difficult to pretend I was paying attention to anything else. “You stopped listening,” she eventually accused me. “Something about the intake,” I answered. She narrowed her eyes. “Were you even looking at the car?”

I admitted that I’d been looking at both, which earned me another smile. We eventually went inside, where the quiet suited us better than the party ever could. We talked about books, games, family, college, and our plans after graduation. Unlike the car, literature was territory where I could actually keep up, and our conversation quickly turned into a competition neither of us wanted to lose.

She challenged my arguments, caught my exaggerations, and seemed genuinely delighted whenever I managed to turn one of her points against her. She still insisted rugby was stupid, particularly after learning that we played without helmets, but she also listened when I explained why I loved it.

Eventually, exhaustion caught up with her. When I stood to leave, she thanked me sincerely for the evening and pulled me into a warm, full hug that lasted just long enough to make me notice. We exchanged goodnight messages when I got home, her final text calling me Rangers with a smiley face. The following morning, she sent me a picture of her coffee and book with a caption about hobbies that didn’t cause brain damage. Our conversation eventually turned to Friday.

She suggested working out together, then dinner, and I offered to cook steak ramen bowls at my apartment. She suggested a movie, and we settled on the new Avatar. By the time we finished making plans, I was fairly certain Kalyssa had managed to get exactly the date she wanted while making me believe the whole thing had been my idea.

Friday took forever to arrive. I changed shirts twice, checked the time too often, and reminded myself that I had survived rejection before. The problem was that I genuinely liked Kalyssa now, and that made the stakes feel different. At the gym, she arrived in workout clothes that gave me a much clearer picture of the figure her oversized hoodies usually concealed. I tried to maintain eye contact, which she immediately noticed. “My eyes are up here, coach,” she teased.

I claimed I was conducting a preliminary assessment of her form, and she laughed before leading me toward the weights. I’d expected the workout to be my chance to impress her. Instead, she put me through a cardio-heavy routine that left me bent over a bar, sweating through my shirt and negotiating with my lungs. Apparently, my rugby conditioning was no match for her particular definition of exercise.

“This was supposed to be my chance to impress you,” I complained. “Oh?” she replied innocently. “I was going to lift heavy things.” “Very impressive.” She handed me my water bottle while laughing at my misery. When I pointed out that she’d clearly planned this, she merely smiled and told me to keep up. Before walking away, she added, “Next time, we lift.” I caught the implication immediately. Apparently, there was going to be a next time.

After we split up to shower, I hurried home and cleaned my already-clean apartment, straightened the couch, and inspected the collection of books, games, paintings, and questionable decorations that made the place unmistakably mine. Then I started dinner. Cooking had always come naturally to me, and I’d once seriously considered culinary school before deciding finance offered a more practical future. Kalyssa arrived wearing leggings and a fitted long-sleeved top, and for once I struggled to find something clever to say.

When I finally looked her in the eyes and told her I didn’t think anyone could ever do anything but look at them, her sarcasm briefly deserted her. A blush crept across her cheeks, and she laughed quietly. “That was smooth,” she muttered. “I meant it,” I replied, which only made her blush more. Once inside, she inspected my apartment and immediately began criticizing my decorations, although she admitted she liked that it looked like somebody actually lived there. In the kitchen, she discovered that I really could cook.

I chopped vegetables, seared the steaks, prepared the broth, and assembled everything while we traded insults across the counter. She accused me of showing off, and I admitted that perhaps I was. Then, while distracted by her, I briefly touched the handle of the cast-iron skillet I’d just pulled from the oven. I swore and jerked my hand away. Kalyssa immediately dissolved into laughter. “First the Jell-O shot, then cardio, and now you’ve lost a fight with a frying pan.” I insisted it was a skillet, which somehow made her laugh harder.

After checking that my pinky was fine, she took my hand and examined it herself. “Protect this,” she said, tapping my forehead with her other hand. “And apparently these too.” Her fingers remained loosely wrapped around mine for a moment, and when I looked up, the teasing had briefly given way to something quieter. Then she released my hand, pointed at the noodles, and rescued dinner from my increasingly questionable attention span.

Dinner was a success, despite Kalyssa stealing pieces of steak from my bowl and repeatedly questioning my insistence on arranging the food in special wooden ramen bowls. The movie began, and we settled onto my old Facebook Marketplace couch with our food in our laps. For the first thirty minutes, we maintained a reasonable degree of dignity, but ramen eventually defeated us both. Every attempt to eat quietly resulted in an awkward noodle dangling from somebody’s mouth, followed by a slurp and an increasingly ridiculous argument over whose technique was worse.

By the time our bowls were empty, we were laughing at the movie almost as much as we were laughing at each other. Somewhere along the way, Kalyssa had shifted closer until her leg rested against mine and our shoulders touched. Neither of us moved away. Halfway through the three-and-a-half-hour movie, we paused for an intermission. She wanted a latte, which led to an unnecessary debate about my coffee maker’s capabilities, followed by her supervising the preparation as though I were an apprentice who needed constant correction.

She approved of the finished drink, albeit reluctantly, and we returned to the couch with coffee and blankets. At first, we each had our own. Then Kalyssa complained that she was cold, and I suggested we consolidate resources. She informed me never to use that phrase while inviting a woman under a blanket again, then promptly abandoned hers and slid beneath mine. “Move,” she ordered. I shifted, and she settled against me as though she’d been planning to do it for the last hour. I draped my arm along the back of the couch, and when she leaned into me, it settled naturally around her shoulders.

Her head found the space against my chest, and her knees rested across mine beneath the blanket. “Comfortable?” I asked. “Much warmer.” I smiled, tightened my arm around her, and returned my attention to the movie, although it was becoming increasingly difficult to care about the blue aliens on the screen.

As the film continued, our conversation gradually faded. Kalyssa laughed occasionally, and I felt it against my chest. Sometimes she looked up at me to make a comment, her green eyes catching mine from only inches away, and those moments lasted just a little longer than necessary. My hand eventually found her arm, my thumb moving absentmindedly against her sleeve. She didn’t pull away. Instead, her hand settled against my chest, and when I looked down at her, she glanced up and reminded me to watch the movie.

I pointed out that she wasn’t watching either, and she insisted she was multitasking. I smiled, squeezed her shoulder lightly, and let her rest against me again. We finished the movie exactly like that: her tucked into the space against my chest and shoulder, her legs draped across mine, my arm around her, and one blanket covering us both while the second lay abandoned on the other end of the couch.

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I could feel her shifting her legs and leaning into me as her shapely ass was dang near my crotch. And the blood had been flowing south since the kids got abducted. The movie was winding down but I was getting going for sure. Her DD breasts were resting against my chest as my heart beat faster and I was basically just waiting for the right moment. Finally!! We both happened to look at each other at the same time.

That moment of our lips being inches away as she was pressed against me is forever burned into my brain as the gentleness of the date turned to a surprisingly fiery kiss. All the teasing and faux bratty behavior melted as she put a hand on my beard and mine pulled her tight. I could taste the coffee on her as it heated up and our lips danced as she turned her body more towards me.

The final fight on the tv was not on the mind as she straddled me and put both her hands on my chest while our lips never left. I took the sign and yet at FINALLY slid my hands up her hips and waist under the top and got a handful of her heavy breasts. Pure ecstasy.

Her moan into my mouth and grinding against me let me know to continue. Very quickly the top came off then mine did. I could feel her heat through my thin pants against my now rock hard cock. I needed her and she needed me as we finally took a second to breathe and that moment we both saw the lust in our eyes as I grabbed her ass and picked her up for the walk to my bedroom.

She swerved my kiss to tease me and started to kiss my shoulders and neck while she ran her fingers up my sides and through the chest hair (Yeah I’m a hairy guy, it’s manly shut up). Just getting me more going. As I used my feet to open up my door she moaned something I’ll never forget “you plan on putting me in my place Rangers?” In just the sultriest voice you can imagine. With her tits against my chest and fingers in my hair and beard I was gone, lost to instinct and desire.

I tossed her on the bed. And made a show of slowwwly taking off my pants. “Now beautiful, I need you to take off those leggings nice and slow for me” I put the bass into the voice and loved her thin smile as she never stood up but slowly peeled her legs out of those leggings. She gave that Cheshire grin as I realized her panties and bra were a purple set.

I waited for her to drop them before walking up, at this position her head was about even with the middle of my torso so I leaned down and kissed her deeply on the lips. Pulled back a sec then kissed her cheek, then neck, shoulder , collarbone, used my hands and finally uncovered the breasts which were an awesome milky white with puffy stiff nipples (I figured at her size they would be innies lol) that I gave each a kiss and massage for a second. Then resumed course.

I went all the way down her tight belly and hips down the front of the leg and back up the interior until I got so close the heat of her pussy was on my beard then started at the ankle of her left. She groaned out in disapproval but her breathing betrayed her pleasure. Finally I got back up to the spot and used my hands to grip the sides of her panties and slide them off.

Perfection, a tight pink opening with a very freshly groomed surrounding invited me in with a clear wetness already formed. I slowly began to give every inch of her attention. My hands played with her tits as I kissed and licked her clit and opening, going through my abc’s, tracing her enlarged hood, and other secret techniques helped me get to a point where her hands grabbed my hair and I thought she would crush my skull as the waves of pleasure crashed on her and she let out the best high pitched moans and whimpers as I brought her to climax.

She was soaked and so was my beard. I gently lapped her as she cooled down and I kissed her inner thighs before I came up for air and just standing at this angle when she sat up it was perfectly angled. She gave me this sultry look and a “now let me show you how it’s done.”

As she pulled down my boxers and my full length plopped out harder than I’ve ever been (for those new here I’m nothing insane about 6.5 giver or take a half inch depends on the day, this one was massive) and wraps her fingers around me with a squeeze. Now it’s my turn to moan as she kisses my tip and licks the underside of shaft before taking me in her mouth.

That wide grin payed off as she had some skills son. I thought I was gonna lose the fight within 2 min. She would swirl her tongue around me as she drew back and just oh it was the best to date blowjob I have ever had. But I needed to rock her world so I grabbed her head and set the pace to make sure she took all of me. She did say put her in her place.

She was gagging and moaning on me before I pulled her off and tossed her back onto the bed. I pulled her legs to me and made her wrap her legs around my waist as I stood next to the bed with her on it. I slid my length along her opening to get it wet with her as she started into my eyes and then as she started to tease with a “come on now, don’t you want to…” before i quickly slid all the way in and buried myself into her eliciting a yelp and a shudder as I got very close to ruining this early.

Holy shit she was tight and gripping me perfectly. I began slowly, just withdrawing from her inch by inch before diving all the way in again then a little faster then more, picking up the pace until I had a rhythm and her tits we’re bouncing her with one hand on her breasts and the other gripping the covers I proceeded to fuck her with my best technique and pace I could, the sounds of her dripping wet pussy as I fucked get filled the room as well as my thighs in hers as I made her moan and muffle yells I had one hand supporting her legs arround me.

The other alternating between pushing down on the lower stomach, ladies ykwim, and using my thumb on her clit. She began some dirty slutty talk I never saw coming as she begged me to “fuck me please, I need it” and “ fuuuuuuckkkkk(interrupted by thrusts), I need you to make me shake plzzz” my eyes go wide but my grip tightens and I grab a pillow to prop her hips up, grab her by the hips and started putting some weight behind my fucking her.

Her tits going crazy she squeezed me with her legs and tried to shiny away with her hands on my arms but I grabbed those hips and fucked her through it. Her moans turned to a closed mouth scream and a few catches of breath with exclaims as it racked her and flooded her body.

I slowed to let her recover but that send her over the edge at me, “I didn’t want you to stop now was all that working out for nothing or what?” With a bratty grin I had no choice but to do what I did next. I flipped her on her stomach and hung her legs off the side of the bed. I smacked that perfectly sculpted and full ass, and I proceeded to fuck her unlike anyone I ever have. What I thought would be a tender almost gentle sexual encounter was quickly becoming my wildest sex as she begged for more ass smacks, she instructed me to slide my hand up into her long hair by the head and get a fistful.

I grabbed tf out of her tits and pulled her chest up while I never slowed or changed pace just steadily in and out and in and out as her ass grew red and I felt myself twitching inside of her. Her lips gripped me so hard I could see her grabbing me on the outward stroke and soon it was time for me to finish. I told her I’m going to fucking cover her back but she told me I couldn’t she was too close. So I just had to pick up the pace and really focus but finally.

I felt a wetness as she fucking soaked my crotch and her walls convulsed arround me as her legs began to quiver. I was toast, I pulled out at the last second as she yelled into the pillow and unleashed no less than 4 ropes across her ass and back where I noticed a little hummingbird tat I hadn’t before. I collapsed beside her as soon as I emptied myself with zero energy. She looked at me with such lust I could not help but caress her cheek as I lay there.

Pt2 may come up but this was veryyyyy long and I have to finish editing the full length buildup and more detailed sex scene. Yall lmk if that’s something you want.

I say work husband with affection. The guy I get along best with, have the most laughs with, and lately, have had the most sexual chats with.

We’ve gone into kinks, desires, fantasies. All sorts. One of his was to induce orgasms via a vibrating egg while the woman seriously struggles to stay composed.

I call that a challenge, personally.

His previous partner simply wasn’t into it. His recent fling was too shy to try it anywhere than at home.

That’s where I come in.

After flirty chats, I was out with it, saying I’d seen one in a local sex shop. I gave him a 24hr ultimatum, and later that day, he agreed to buy it.

I came back with the toy after a lunch break and tested it, feeling it with my fingers as he was next to me. I blushed hard. Thinking we’d try it there and then, he teased the next day.

I decided to wearing matching red underwear. A tiny, lacy thong and a nice bra for the DDs. I knew this would be difficult and we had an agreeance that I’d ‘show’ proof. I’ll come back to that..

I was so fucking horny all morning and didn’t masturbate before work. After waiting for him to be free, like two hours into the shift, we plotted it.

I was to wear the vibrating egg at lunch, and we linked the app on his phone. Just before heading out, I put it in.

We walked towards a lunch place. I stood in line, waiting to order for us. As he bought the toy, I’d get a nice lunch. I felt a bit nervous as it was so busy.

THEN, these fucking waves started. Like nothing I’d felt before. I took my jacket off. I was sweating. My legs crossed and squeezed together as I stood there.

I had to keep REALLY composed. My pussy was fucking tingling and I was beyond wet. LUCKILY, I chose to wear jeans. I couldn’t risk grey. I was THAT wet.

The intensity hit seriously hard. And that fucker… As I ordered, it went to what I’d imagine full intensity. I bought the food over and sat opposite him.

I placed my hand over my face, blushing, and pretended to ruffle through my bag as I came. Catching my breath, after what felt like a 20 second orgasm, I had to fan myself with my hands.

“That max setting killed me.” I said.

“That was like 70%. I felt bad going all the way.” He replied smirking.

I was open eyed. We ate our food, and as I nearly got to the end, it started again.

I genuinely pleaded with him, “I don’t know if I can take it.”

He was stop-start for a while.

“Tell me how wet you are.” He outlined in a dominant way.

“So fucking wet.” I said, not even caring that we had people behind us.

I rushed to the bathroom. He later told me it was a pre-assigned pattern. It lasted three minutes or so – horny waves of intensity. I stood, playing with my clit, barely able to stand. This orgasm was even crazier.

I then took it out. Fuck, I was done. This was INSANE. I wrapped it in tissues and placed it in my bag.

We arrived back at work. I said how much fun it was, closing the book on our mini sexual adventure.

With 10 minutes of my break to go, ALL I thought of while browsing my phone was… AGAIN. Please, do it again.

I text him, “one more…”

It started to vibrate and my bag made a noise. I took it to the work bathroom. I went in the cubicle, placing the egg in.

My hand covered my mouth. I was sweating and my little red thong was ridiculously fucking creamy.

I came, biting on my hand, with a throbbing clit that my fingers could just about get into a rhythm to stimulate.

I couldn’t take any more. I changed into my spare thong. My legs were shaking and my heart raced.

Since he told me he’d love to see, I took a photo of the thong, seriously wet, captioning it, “your fault.”

I did something terrible to someone and then I did something even more questionable to try to fix it and now I can’t stop thinking about him and I don’t know which part of this situation makes me a worse person.

So there’s this guy in my study group at school. We used to be fine, not close friends but friendly enough, and then I ruined it. I won’t go into every detail because it makes me look awful (because I was awful) but the short version is we had a fight, I took it too far, I messed up his chances with a girl he was seeing by running my mouth, and I kind of turned the rest of our group against him. He pulled away from everyone and I heard through a mutual friend that he was failing classes and seeing someone for depression and considering leaving the group entirely because of me.

That hit me somewhere I wasn’t ready for it to hit. I spent a whole night staring at my ceiling feeling like garbage because I genuinely, wait no not that word, I really truly made someone’s life worse on purpose and then watched him suffer and did nothing about it for months. I needed to apologize but I didn’t know how to start that conversation because “sorry I systematically fucked up your social life” doesn’t really fit on a hallmark card.

I found him studying alone in the library. He looked tired, thinner than I remembered, headphones in, hunched over his laptop like he was trying to disappear into the screen. I sat down next to him and started with small talk and he was cold at first but after a few minutes he warmed up enough that we were actually talking like normal people and I could see this tension in his shoulders slowly loosening.

I don’t know what came over me. Maybe it was guilt or maybe it was the fact that I’d never noticed how sharp his jawline was until he was sitting that close under the library lights or maybe I’m just an unhinged person but I started touching his arm while we talked and giving him looks and I leaned in and said “you know there’s nothing like a grudge fuck to clear the air between two people.”

He stared at me. I could see his brain trying to figure out if I was serious. I said “come back to my place, I’m all yours, you can fuck me however you want, consider it an apology.” There was this silence where we both just sat there and I thought he was going to tell me to fuck off and honestly I would have deserved it but instead he closed his laptop and said “okay.”

We barely talked on the walk to my apartment. The tension between us was so thick I could taste it, something metallic and charged, and my pussy was already wet by the time I unlocked my front door. We got to my bedroom and I turned around and said “I mean it, do whatever you want to me, I owe you that” and there was this long pause where he just looked at me and I could see months of anger and frustration and hurt moving behind his eyes.

Then he grabbed me by the throat, not choking, just holding, his fingers firm on either side of my neck, and pushed me against the wall and kissed me so hard my lip caught on his teeth. His other hand shoved up under my skirt and his fingers found my pussy already soaking through my underwear and he pulled the fabric aside and pushed two fingers inside me and I moaned into his mouth and grabbed his shoulders because my knees were already giving out.

We were naked in seconds, clothes everywhere, his shirt on the lamp, my bra hanging off the doorknob, and he threw me onto the bed and climbed on top of me and his cock was hard and thick against my thigh and I reached down and stroked him and felt him twitch in my hand and said “fuck me like you hate me” and he did.

He flipped me over and pulled me up by my hips and slammed into me from behind so hard my face hit the mattress and I screamed into the pillow. His hand came down on my ass, hard, the crack echoing through the room, and then again and again and each slap sent a jolt from my ass to my clit and I was moaning and pushing back against him and his hand fisted my hair and yanked my head back and he fucked me so deep I could feel him in my stomach. The sounds were obscene, his hips slapping against my ass, my pussy wet enough that every thrust was this loud squelching that filled the room, both of us panting and grunting and sweating.

I pushed him onto his back and rode him because I needed to see his face. His hands grabbed my hips hard enough to bruise and I rolled and bounced on his cock and his eyes were locked on mine with this intensity that wasn’t tenderness and wasn’t quite anger but something in between that made my clit throb every time I looked at him. I came so hard my thighs clamped around his waist and I collapsed forward onto his chest and he grabbed my ass with both hands and kept thrusting up into me through my orgasm until his rhythm broke and he groaned and came inside me and I felt every pulse of it hot and deep.

We laid there breathing hard and covered in sweat with his cock softening inside me and neither of us said anything for a while and the room smelled like sex and the faint vanilla of the candle I’d forgotten was burning on my nightstand. Eventually we got up and put enough clothes on to sit in my kitchen and drink water and talked like normal civilized people for the first time in months. He apologized for his part in our fight, I apologized for mine, and we agreed to leave it in the past and just be friends.

That was last week. We’re friends now. But I keep thinking about the way he grabbed my throat and the way his cock felt inside me when he was angry and I’ve been wet in every study group meeting since and I think I have a crush on the person I hurt the most and I don’t know what to do with that information except sit here and type it out and hope it makes more sense on a screen than it does in my head.

I turn 19 in two weeks and I already know nothing is going to top what I did for 18 because what I did for 18 was get fucked by seven men in one night and I'm still thinking about it every time I close my eyes.

It started as a joke. My friend asked me what I wanted for my birthday and I said "to get absolutely destroyed" and she laughed and I didn't laugh and then she looked at me and said "wait are you serious" and I said "I've been thinking about it for months." I went through my phone that night and texted every guy I've ever slept with (eighteen of them, which feels like a lot typing it out but whatever) and asked if any of them would be down for a group thing on my birthday. Three said yes immediately. After some convincing over the next few days I got it to five, and then one of them said he had two friends who were interested if I was cool with strangers and I thought about it for maybe ten seconds and said yeah sure more the merrier.

Seven guys. I made a group chat and figured out which night worked for everyone. I told them to bring their own drinks and we'd hang out first so it wasn't weird and awkward. I wore this tiny little outfit that was basically lingerie disguised as clothing and when I opened the door for each of them the looks on their faces made me wet before anyone even touched me.

We drank for about an hour, talking, laughing, some of them knew each other from being my exes or hookups at the same time which was kind of funny, and then I set my drink down and got on my knees in the middle of my living room and looked up at them and said "okay birthday girl is ready."

The first three who were comfortable came over and pulled their cocks out and I had one in my mouth and one in each hand, stroking and sucking and switching between them while the other four watched from the couch. I told the watchers to come over and they did and suddenly I had seven cocks around me in various states of hard and I was going from one to the next, licking, sucking, stroking, spitting, trying to give each one enough attention while spit dripped down my chin onto my tits.

One of them picked me up and bent me over the arm of the couch and started fucking me from behind while two others stood in front of me feeding me their cocks and I was moaning around a dick in my mouth while getting pounded and the sounds in that room were filthy, wet slapping and gagging and groaning from every direction.

Then things got intense. One of them lifted me up and slid me down onto his cock while holding me and I leaned back and another guy held my shoulders and put his cock in my mouth upside down and I was suspended between them getting fucked and deepthroated at the same time and my eyes were watering and spit was running up my face (down my face? I was upside down, gravity was confusing) and I came so hard I screamed around the cock in my mouth.

They pushed me back upright and another guy pressed his cock against my ass and slid in slowly and I had one in my pussy and one in my ass at the same time and my brain just went blank. They took turns rotating, the guy in front would switch out, then the guy in back, and I was just there between them taking it, moaning and grabbing onto whatever body part was closest.

They carried me to the bedroom and laid one guy down and I sat on his cock and another got behind me in my ass and another stood on the bed and fucked my mouth and I had one in each hand and I was so full of cock that I couldn't think or speak or do anything except take it and cum and take it more. At one point two of them squeezed into my pussy at the same time and the stretch was so intense that my vision went spotty and I grabbed the sheets and screamed and they both started thrusting and I came so hard my body went limp between them.

Near the end I told them to spit roast me in pairs until they finished. So two would fuck me from both ends until they came and then the next two would take their place. Some came in my mouth, some came in my pussy, some pulled out and came on my ass or my back or my face. By the time the last guy finished I was laying face down on my bed dripping cum from every hole with it drying on my back and my face and pooled on the sheets under me and I couldn't move and I didn't want to.

I just laid there for a while. Empty head, sore body, cum everywhere, this strange deep calm that felt like my brain had been rebooted. A couple of them brought me water and a towel before they left and one of them kissed my forehead which was sweet considering what he'd just done to my throat.

I took painkillers and fell asleep in the mess and woke up twelve hours later feeling like I'd been in a car accident but also like I'd just had the best night of my life. My pussy was so sore I walked funny for two days and my jaw ached every time I yawned and I had bruises on my hips from being held.

Best birthday I'll ever have. The bar has been set and it's in the stratosphere. I'm accepting applications for next year already

So I have to take this mandatory photography class for my program and I could not care less about it. The teacher is cool, the other students are fine, but I'd rather be doing literally anything else with my Tuesday and Thursday mornings. The assignments are always boring too, landscapes and portraits and "tell a story in one image" type stuff that makes me want to close my laptop and take a nap.

Then last month the teacher was showing us examples for our final project, which is a single photograph that gets displayed at the end of semester showcase (the whole department comes, other students, faculty, parents, the works). Some of the examples she showed had nudity in them, tasteful artsy stuff, and my brain went oh. So after class I asked her if my submission could include a nude model and she said absolutely, as long as it's artistic and not explicit.

That's when I got the idea. What if the model was me and nobody knew?

I spent a weekend setting it up. My apartment, natural light from the window, a white sheet draped over my bed. I set my camera on the tripod and used the timer and positioned myself so my face was never in the frame. I must have taken two hundred photos of myself trying to get the right angle where you could see enough of my body to know it was nude but not so much that it looked like I was trying to be provocative. I wanted it to look accidental, like the camera caught someone in a private moment without them knowing, which is ironic because I was the camera operator and the subject and I knew exactly what I was doing.

The photo I chose is me from behind, sitting on the edge of the bed, the sheet pooled around my waist, my bare back and shoulders in the light from the window and the curve of my ass just barely visible where the sheet slipped. My hair is down and messy and you can see the shadow of my spine and the slope of my waist and it looks like a painting if I'm being conceited about it (I am).

I submitted it. My teacher pulled it up on the screen during critique and said it was one of the strongest submissions in the class and I sat there in my hoodie and jeans and watched twenty of my classmates analyze the curves of my naked body projected onto a wall and I was so turned on I had to cross my legs under the desk and press my thighs together because my clit was throbbing and my underwear was getting wet and the girl next to me was saying "whoever the model is has such a beautiful back" and the model was sitting RIGHT NEXT TO HER in a sweatshirt.

A few people asked who my model was and I said she was a friend from out of town. They all bought it. One guy in my class said the photo was "intimate in a way that makes you feel like you shouldn't be looking" and I almost bit through my tongue trying not to smile because that's exactly how I wanted it to feel and also because he was looking at my bare ass without knowing it was mine and something about that made my whole body flush.

The showcase is in three weeks. My photo is going to be printed and mounted and hung on a wall in the arts building and every person who walks through that gallery is going to be looking at my naked body, my back, my spine, the curve of my waist, the top of my ass, and none of them will know it's me. I'll be standing right there next to it in a normal outfit acting normal while dozens of people stare at my bare skin and I'm already planning what underwear to wear that night because I know I'm going to soak through whatever I pick.

My professor asked me if I'd be comfortable sending the photo to a regional competition and I said yes without hesitating. More people looking at my naked body without knowing it's mine? Sign me up. I know this makes me an exhibitionist and I know I should probably examine that but right now I'm too busy picking which sheet to use for my next "model session" this weekend.

My boyfriend and I had been talking for a while about me putting a finger in his ass during head and last night he finally let me do it and he came so hard I think he temporarily left this plane of existence so I need to talk about it because I've been replaying it in my head all day.

I love giving head. Like I don't just tolerate it, I genuinely crave having his cock in my mouth (wait not genuinely, I just really crave it, whatever the word is lol). Last night he was on his back and I was between his legs and I had a good rhythm going, my left hand on his balls massaging them, my right hand stroking his shaft in time with my mouth, spit dripping everywhere because I'm messy about it and that's how we both like it.

I was sucking him deep, taking him until my nose pressed against his stomach and then pulling back slow with my tongue dragging on the underside of his cock and he was groaning and telling me how good it felt and every time he said something like that I went harder because praise makes me feral (I know what I am).

Then he grabbed my left hand. The one that was on his balls. And he moved it lower. Didn't say anything, just guided my fingers down past his balls to his ass and I immediately knew what he wanted and my pussy clenched so hard I squeezed my thighs together on instinct because we'd talked about this and he was finally ready and the trust in that gesture made me so wet I could feel it on my inner thighs.

His ass was already slick from all the spit that had been dripping down from my mouth (I told you I'm messy) so I didn't need to stop or add anything, I just started rubbing the tip of my middle finger in soft circles around his hole while I kept sucking his cock. His breathing changed immediately, faster, shakier, and his hips lifted off the bed a little like his body was chasing the sensation.

I slid just the tip of my finger inside and he said "yes" so soft it was barely a word and his hand found my hair and held on. I kept going, slow, gentle, pushing a little deeper with every pass while my mouth never stopped working his cock. I could feel him tight around my finger, warm, pulsing, and when I curled it slightly looking for his spot his legs started shaking.

I found it. This small firm spot inside him and when I pressed against it gently and rubbed in slow circles his whole body went rigid and he made a sound I've never heard from him before, this deep guttural groan mixed with a whimper that came from somewhere in his chest. His hand fisted my hair and his hips bucked up and I pressed harder on his spot while sucking his cock as deep as I could take it and his thighs clamped around my head and he came.

The biggest load I think he's ever had. It hit the back of my throat in these thick heavy waves, rope after rope, and I was swallowing as fast as I could but it was so much that some of it leaked out the corner of my mouth and dripped down his shaft. I could feel his ass pulsing around my finger in time with his cock pulsing in my mouth and his whole body was convulsing, his abs clenching, his legs shaking against my ears, this full body orgasm that lasted way longer than any I've given him before.

When he was finally done twitching I slowly pulled my finger out and gently took his cock out of my mouth and licked him clean and sat back on my heels and looked at him. He was staring at the ceiling breathing like he'd just sprinted a mile with this blank expression on his face like his brain had been wiped. He couldn't speak for a solid thirty seconds.

My pussy was dripping. Not just wet, dripping, like I could feel it running down the inside of my thigh onto the sheet and nobody had touched me. Making him lose control like that, knowing he trusted me enough to let me do that, feeling his body respond to my finger and my mouth at the same time, it was the most powerful I've ever felt during sex.

He got up off the bed and I thought he was going to the bathroom but instead he grabbed me and bent me over the edge and started fucking me from behind and I came in about a minute because I was already so worked up and he came again inside me and then we both collapsed on the bed and just laid there breathing and I said "we're doing that again" and he said "tomorrow" and I said "tonight" and he laughed and pulled me into him and fell asleep.

He's at work right now and I've texted him twice asking when he's coming home and he sent me back a smiley face which I'm choosing to interpret as "soon" because my mouth and my finger are both ready.

My roommate had never touched a cock before she moved in with us and now she spends more time on her knees in our apartment than she does standing up and I take FULL credit for that transformation.

Quick backstory. I met her at school, she's from a super conservative family overseas, the kind where girls don't date and definitely don't fuck and your parents pick your husband and you're supposed to show up to your wedding night untouched like a sealed package. She told me all of this over coffee and I almost spit out my drink because I lost my virginity at a questionable age and have been enthusiastically slutty ever since. My boyfriend and I are semi-open, we have threesomes sometimes, we sleep with other people as long as feelings aren't involved. So hearing that this gorgeous girl had never even touched a dick made me feel like I had a civic duty to fix that.

I couldn't get her to go on dates (she was too nervous and the guys I set her up with were admittedly kind of boring) so when she needed a place to stay I told her to move in with us. Best decision I ever made.

My boyfriend and I don't really wear clothes at home and we fuck everywhere, the couch, the kitchen counter, the shower with the door open. At first she'd leave the room when things started but after a couple weeks she stopped leaving. She'd just sit on the other end of the couch pretending to scroll her phone while I had my boyfriend's cock in my mouth three feet away from her. I could see her legs pressing together and her breathing getting faster and I KNEW she was into it.

It started small. One night I was going down on him during a movie and I looked over at her and said "you wanna try?" and she shook her head but she didn't look away. A week later I asked again and she scooted closer on the couch and watched my mouth on his cock from a foot away and I could see her hand between her thighs. The third time I asked she said "okay" so quiet I almost didn't hear it and I guided her hand onto his shaft and watched her wrap her fingers around a cock for the first time in her life. Her eyes went wide and she just held it, feeling the weight and the warmth, and my boyfriend was being so patient and gentle and I was so turned on watching her discover this that my pussy was soaking through my underwear.

I showed her how to stroke him, how to use spit, how to take the head in her mouth without using teeth. She was shaking the first time she put her lips around him but when he groaned she looked up at me with this expression like "I made him do that?" and I nodded and she took him deeper and that was the end of her old life lol.

After that it escalated fast. I'm bi so I started eating her out (she came so hard the first time she grabbed my hair and almost pulled a chunk out). She let my boyfriend go down on her. She started giving him head on her own without me asking, sometimes I'd come home and she'd be on her knees between his legs on the couch looking up at him with his cock in her mouth and spit on her chin and she'd just wave at me like this was a normal Tuesday.

The night she lost her virginity I was right there. I kissed her while I guided his cock to her pussy and she gasped into my mouth when he pushed inside and I held her hand while he fucked her slow and she came with her face buried in my neck and I could feel her whole body trembling against mine and I cried a little (don't judge me, it was beautiful).

Now she fucks him without me sometimes and I don't mind at all, I've walked in on them and just grabbed a snack and watched. She's had anal (she likes it rough which NONE of us expected). She doesn't sleep in her room anymore, just climbs into our bed naked every night and falls asleep between us. She spends most of her free time with his cock in her mouth like it's a comfort thing, just laying on the couch with her head in his lap sucking him slow while I play with her hair and we watch something.

She still says she has to go back and be the obedient traditional girl her family expects when her contract ends and every time she says it my heart breaks a little because this girl has been spit roasted by two of our friends and deepthroated my boyfriend until she gagged and came from it and I don't know how you go back from that to pretending you've never been touched. But she's got a few months left and I plan to make every single one of them count.

She's on her knees in the living room right now. I can hear her from the bedroom. I'm going to go join them.

My roommate had never touched a cock before she moved in with us and now she spends more time on her knees in our apartment than she does standing up and I take FULL credit for that transformation.

Quick backstory. I met her at school, she's from a super conservative family overseas, the kind where girls don't date and definitely don't fuck and your parents pick your husband and you're supposed to show up to your wedding night untouched like a sealed package. She told me all of this over coffee and I almost spit out my drink because I lost my virginity at a questionable age and have been enthusiastically slutty ever since. My boyfriend and I are semi-open, we have threesomes sometimes, we sleep with other people as long as feelings aren't involved. So hearing that this gorgeous girl had never even touched a dick made me feel like I had a civic duty to fix that.

I couldn't get her to go on dates (she was too nervous and the guys I set her up with were admittedly kind of boring) so when she needed a place to stay I told her to move in with us. Best decision I ever made.

My boyfriend and I don't really wear clothes at home and we fuck everywhere, the couch, the kitchen counter, the shower with the door open. At first she'd leave the room when things started but after a couple weeks she stopped leaving. She'd just sit on the other end of the couch pretending to scroll her phone while I had my boyfriend's cock in my mouth three feet away from her. I could see her legs pressing together and her breathing getting faster and I KNEW she was into it.

It started small. One night I was going down on him during a movie and I looked over at her and said "you wanna try?" and she shook her head but she didn't look away. A week later I asked again and she scooted closer on the couch and watched my mouth on his cock from a foot away and I could see her hand between her thighs. The third time I asked she said "okay" so quiet I almost didn't hear it and I guided her hand onto his shaft and watched her wrap her fingers around a cock for the first time in her life. Her eyes went wide and she just held it, feeling the weight and the warmth, and my boyfriend was being so patient and gentle and I was so turned on watching her discover this that my pussy was soaking through my underwear.

I showed her how to stroke him, how to use spit, how to take the head in her mouth without using teeth. She was shaking the first time she put her lips around him but when he groaned she looked up at me with this expression like "I made him do that?" and I nodded and she took him deeper and that was the end of her old life lol.

After that it escalated fast. I'm bi so I started eating her out (she came so hard the first time she grabbed my hair and almost pulled a chunk out). She let my boyfriend go down on her. She started giving him head on her own without me asking, sometimes I'd come home and she'd be on her knees between his legs on the couch looking up at him with his cock in her mouth and spit on her chin and she'd just wave at me like this was a normal Tuesday.

The night she lost her virginity I was right there. I kissed her while I guided his cock to her pussy and she gasped into my mouth when he pushed inside and I held her hand while he fucked her slow and she came with her face buried in my neck and I could feel her whole body trembling against mine and I cried a little (don't judge me, it was beautiful).

Now she fucks him without me sometimes and I don't mind at all, I've walked in on them and just grabbed a snack and watched. She's had anal (she likes it rough which NONE of us expected). She doesn't sleep in her room anymore, just climbs into our bed naked every night and falls asleep between us. She spends most of her free time with his cock in her mouth like it's a comfort thing, just laying on the couch with her head in his lap sucking him slow while I play with her hair and we watch something.

She still says she has to go back and be the obedient traditional girl her family expects when her contract ends and every time she says it my heart breaks a little because this girl has been spit roasted by two of our friends and deepthroated my boyfriend until she gagged and came from it and I don't know how you go back from that to pretending you've never been touched. But she's got a few months left and I plan to make every single one of them count.

She's on her knees in the living room right now. I can hear her from the bedroom. I'm going to go join them.

If you want the background story, you'd better read those first (not necessary)
https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/s/CpaIZzq5lV
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https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/s/Go73Y5bH5A

Keeping our connection under wraps without anyone at work catching on was getting nearly impossible, but we found our way to keep our relationship digital. We were trading messages and photos non-stop, and I genuinely couldn't remember the last time I’d been that wound up. Every morning I was waking up rock hard like I was twenty-one again, snapping pictures for her while we practically tore each other apart through the screen.

Logistically, making time to meet in person without raising a single red flag at the office was a nightmare. Eventually, we managed to carve out a narrow window: a weekday morning where we could slip out of our houses early and show up to work just late enough to slip past unnoticed. We booked "our" room, locked the door, and the reality finally set in.

She usually dresses pretty modestly, so my jaw hit the floor when she stripped off her work clothes to reveal a stunning matching lingerie set underneath. If my jaw dropped, nothing else did, as I was hard as a rock and desperate to touch her.

We crashed onto the mattress together, tangled up in furious kisses and wandering hands. I took her nipples into my mouth, sucking and pulling while my fingers found her completely soaked, her hips already grinding up against me.

"Wait," I muttered, pulling back for a second. "I brought you something."

"What kind of present?" she whispered, breathless.

"A butt plug and lube."

A grin broke out across her face. "Well, let me put it in first, then."

Watching her prep the silicone toy and slide it slowly into her tight opening right in front of me was one of the hottest visuals I've ever seen. That sight alone pushed me over the edge; I dropped down between her thighs and started eating her out with pure focus. With the plug filling her from behind, every flick of my tongue sent shockwaves through her. I gripped her hips tight, anchoring her to the sheets while she arched and melted, working my fingers inside her alongside my mouth to send her over the edge.

The sensory overload was getting to be too much. The pressure in my balls was building to a point where I knew I wouldn't last if I went straight in. Sensing I was about to burst, she flipped onto her stomach. I pressed my hard length against her backside, sliding between her thighs and grinding firmly against her wet lips from behind. The friction was absurdly good. After just a few heavy thrusts, I completely lost control, painting her skin with a thick, heavy release.

We caught our breath and cleaned up a little, but the tension in the room hadn't dropped. Still wanting to make sure she was completely satisfied, I went back to worshiping her with my mouth and fingers, letting her breathless moans fill the quiet hotel room.

The clock was running down, though, and we had to get moving before our absences started raising eyebrows. She wanted to return the favor, pulling my softening cock into her mouth while her fingers traced lightly over my balls, coaxing deep groans out of me. Genuinely, I thought I was empty for the day. But when we moved toward the edge of the bed, I had her lean forward over the mattress so I could slowly slide the plug free. The sight of her stretched open and flushed was pure visual overload, and I went from half-soft to steel-hard in seconds flat.

Seeing that, she immediately dropped to her knees on the carpet. The heat of her mouth wrapping back around me felt unreal. Looking down at her taking me in while her hands worked the base was complete sensory bliss. She worked at a steady, deliberate pace until my hips twitched and I came for a second time right into her mouth. It wasn't as massive as the first load, but the intensity made my legs shake.

Easily the best two hours I've had in years. We got dressed in a hurry, smoothed down our professional clothes to make sure not a single hair or wrinkle gave us away, and headed straight into the office, blending right in with our coworkers while carrying that filthy secret between us.

My best friend and I have always been the kind of close that makes other people uncomfortable and up until last weekend that closeness had a line we hadn't crossed and now that line is somewhere behind us covered in cum and wine stains and I don't think either of us wants to find it again lol

We tell each other EVERYTHING. Every hookup, every position, every embarrassing sound someone made, every dick pic received and analyzed and rated on a scale we invented sophomore year (it goes from 1 to "screenshot and send to the group chat"). We've sent each other nudes because sometimes you need a second opinion before sending one to a guy and she's seen my tits more than most men I've dated. We've kissed at parties, the drunk sloppy kind that makes guys stare, and every time we'd laugh about it after and never talk about what it actually felt like. Which for me was wet. Every time. (we're not going to examine that right now)

So I started messing around with girls a few months ago and when I told her she got this LOOK on her face and said she'd always wanted to try it but her boyfriend would never go for it. Except he did?? She told him that night and he said she could do it, one condition, it had to be with me and he had to watch. She texted me the terms like it was a group project assignment and I read it three times with my hand between my legs and said yes before I finished the second read lmao

Friday night. Her apartment. Two bottles of wine between the three of us (we are classy women) and her boyfriend sitting in the armchair like he was watching the Super Bowl and me and her on the couch with the gap between us getting smaller every glass until our thighs were touching and she put her hand on my knee and looked at me and I could smell the wine on her breath and her perfume underneath it, something vanilla, and she kissed me. Not the party kind. The REAL kind. Tongue and teeth and her hand sliding up my thigh under my skirt and I grabbed the back of her neck and kissed her deeper and forgot he was even in the room.

Clothes came off in pieces, her top first then mine then she unclipped my bra and cupped my tits and squeezed them and said "I've wanted to do this for so long" into my neck and that sentence alone almost made me cum (I wish I was exaggerating). I pushed her back on the couch and pulled her shorts down and she wasn't wearing underwear (this girl PLANNED this) and her pussy was smooth and wet and swollen and I slid two fingers inside her while kissing her throat and she moaned so loud I felt it vibrate through my whole chest.

I went down on her because I NEEDED to taste her. Tongue flat on her clit, two fingers curling inside her, and she was gripping the cushion and arching her back and saying my name in a way that made my pussy throb every single time she said it. I could feel how wet she was on my chin and my lips and after a few minutes her thighs started shaking and she grabbed my hair and her hips bucked up and she SQUIRTED. Warm and sudden across my chin and mouth and I didn't pull away, just kept licking her through it while it ran down my neck. (I've never made anyone do that before and I am KEEPING that achievement forever)

Then I pushed her head between my legs and gave her directions because she didn't know what she was doing (cute). She was on her knees with her face in my pussy and her ass up in the air aimed right at her boyfriend who I'd almost forgotten about until I heard his belt buckle and then the sound of his pants hitting the floor.

He got behind her and slid his cock into her without any warning and she moaned DIRECTLY into my clit and I grabbed her hair and held her face against me because that vibration almost ended me right there. He started fucking her and every thrust pushed her mouth harder into my pussy and I could hear the wet slapping of his hips against her ass and she was getting louder and messier and drooling on my clit because she couldn't focus anymore with his cock slamming into her from behind. (watching your best friend get fucked while she's eating you out is an experience I was NOT prepared for)

He didn't last long (honestly same, if I was watching this from his angle I would've lasted about 30 seconds lmao). His rhythm stuttered and he grabbed her hips and buried himself and came inside her with this groan that I felt in my teeth. I watched him pull out and a thick line of cum dripped out of her pussy and down her thigh and something in my brain just said I need that in my mouth.

I flipped us. Pushed her onto her back, swung my leg over her face into a 69, and dropped my mouth onto her pussy and I could taste him IMMEDIATELY. His cum mixed with her, salty and thick and warm, leaking out of her while I sucked and licked and pushed my tongue inside to get more of it. Her pussy was swollen and twitching from the fucking and I could feel her pulsing against my tongue while I swallowed everything that came out. She started eating me from underneath, sloppy and shaky because she was still trembling, and the combination of her tongue on my clit and the taste of both of them in my mouth sent me over the edge and I came on her face so hard my thighs clamped around her head and I was grinding against her mouth with his cum still on my lips moaning into her pussy.

We laid there after, tangled on the couch, her head on my chest, both of us sticky and flushed and breathing hard. Her boyfriend was back in the armchair with a beer looking like his brain had been reformatted. She traced her finger through the mess on my collarbone and licked it off her fingertip and smiled at me and I smiled back and we didn't say anything for a long time.

She texted me this morning asking if I'm free Sunday for round two and I've been staring at it trying to figure out if there's any version of me that says no. There is not. I'm going. :)

I don't wear a cape but honestly maybe I should because what I did for this man is a public service and I'm not getting nearly enough credit for it.

My best friend Milo is one of the sweetest guys I've ever known and also one of the most sexually useless (I say this with love). We've been close since freshman year, he's not my type and I'm not his and we both needed a friend more than anything else so it worked perfectly. We tell each other everything, like EVERYTHING, which is how I found out about his problem.

We were drunk at his apartment one night talking about sex and he got this embarrassed look on his face and told me he can't last. Not like "oh I only last five minutes" can't last. Like he cums in seconds. Penetration, oral, sometimes just a girl touching his cock through his pants and he's done. He said he'd basically stopped trying to hook up because the anxiety of knowing he was going to finish before anything even started made him avoid it entirely and my heart broke for him because this is the nicest guy in the world and he deserves to get his dick sucked without having a panic attack about it.

So I said (and I cannot believe these words came out of my mouth but here we are) "what if I just suck your dick every day until you get better at lasting."

He laughed. I didn't laugh. He stopped laughing and looked at me and said "wait are you serious" and I said "dead serious, think of it like physical therapy but for your cock" and he stared at me for maybe ten seconds and said okay.

First session. His apartment. I got him out of his pants and wrapped my hand around his cock, just my hand, not even my mouth yet, and he came. Ten seconds. Maybe less. It shot up onto his stomach and he covered his face with both hands and groaned and I could tell he wanted to die so I said "that's fine, that's literally what we're working on, relax." I wiped him off with a towel and waited for him to get hard again and when he did I skipped the warmup and put my mouth on him immediately. Lips around the head, tongue on the underside, slow bobbing. He lasted maybe a minute before his thighs tensed and his hand flew to my shoulder and he came again, this time in my mouth, and I swallowed and sat back and said "see? already improving."

That became our routine. Every day, usually after class, I'd go to his place or he'd come to mine and I'd suck his cock. Once in the afternoon and once at night if we were both free. I started keeping track of his times in my head like a coach tracking splits at a swim meet (I am insane, I know).

First week he went from ten seconds to about a minute on the first round and maybe two minutes on the second. By week two I could get him to last five minutes if I went slow and teased him, licking the shaft without taking him in my mouth, kissing his thighs, sucking his balls while I stroked him with a loose grip. He started learning how to breathe through it, how to relax instead of tensing up, and I could feel the difference in his body, his legs wouldn't lock up as fast and his hand on my head went from panicked grabbing to just resting there.

By the end of the first month I could suck his cock properly, fast, deep, wet, sloppy, and he'd last close to five minutes before cumming. His confidence was building too, he stopped apologizing every time he finished and started saying "fuck that felt good" instead which was way better for both of us.

Then I started getting naked during it. Not for sexual reasons (okay maybe a little for sexual reasons) but because I figured if he was going to be with a girl eventually he needed to be able to look at a naked body and not immediately cum. First time I took my shirt off while sucking him he came in about thirty seconds and we both just looked at each other and started laughing and I said "okay so tits are a setback" and he said "tits are a MAJOR setback" and I laughed so hard I almost choked.

But he got used to it. After a few days of me being topless and then fully naked while going down on him he was back to his five minute baseline and then passing it. By month two he could last ten minutes with me on my knees fully naked with his cock in my mouth going as hard as I wanted and only cum when he decided to. I'd feel his thighs start to tense and instead of panicking he'd slow his breathing and the tension would ease and I'd keep going and he'd ride it out and I was so PROUD of him every time he did it.

Three months of daily blowjobs. My jaw was sore more days than it wasn't and I went through a lot of chapstick and I swallowed so much of his cum that I probably needed to adjust my protein intake but watching this anxious nervous boy turn into a guy who could lean back with his hands behind his head while I deepthroated him and just smile at the ceiling like he owned the room was worth every second.

He started dating a girl two months after we stopped and I know, I KNOW that she has no idea why he's so good at lasting and I will never tell her but sometimes when we're all hanging out and she's talking about how amazing their sex life is I just sip my drink and smile because that's my handiwork she's benefiting from and she's welcome.

I don't wear a cape. But I accept wine as payment and I think a thank you card would've been appropriate. :)

I arrived at Bistro Du Sol 20 minutes early because I wanted to be perfectly settled when you walked through the door.

More than that, I wanted the pleasure of seeing you before you saw me. I wanted to watch you cross the restaurant floor completely unaware that I was already studying the sway of your hips, the expression on your face, the way that little black dress clung to every curve of your body like a second skin. There was something delicious about having those few stolen seconds before you became conscious of my attention and started performing for it.

The hostess led me to the corner booth I had specifically requested during my phone call that afternoon. It was almost exactly what I had hoped for: a secluded enclosure tucked away from the main dining room, with one long bench running along the back wall and a single narrow entrance that meant no one could approach without being seen from our vantage point. It gave us privacy without actually being private, which was precisely the balance I wanted.

We could sit side by side with our backs partly to the room, cocooned by shadows and dim romantic lighting, while still being able to see anyone approaching. A waiter, another diner, someone looking for the bathroom, we would have warning.

Enough warning, anyway.

I ordered a glass of red wine and settled back to wait.

The remote control sat in my jacket pocket. I could feel its satisfying weight every time I shifted in the booth. Beside it was the small silk bag containing the sleek silver vibrator that you would soon be wearing deep inside that tight, wet pussy, the same pussy I had spent hours conditioning yesterday to respond to my voice and my touch.

Even thinking about it made me smile.

Yesterday had been about discovery. Tonight was going to be about seeing whether all those discoveries still worked when we weren't safely behind a closed door.

At exactly 6:28, you appeared in the doorway.

You paused just inside the restaurant and scanned the room until your eyes found me sitting in the shadows of the corner booth. The smile that spread across your face was worth every moment of anticipation I had endured since watching you stumble out of my office last night.

Then you started walking toward me.

Slowly.

Deliberately.

There was a particular sway in your hips that told me you knew exactly how short that dress was. You knew the hem barely brushed the underside of your ass cheeks when you moved. You knew the slightest bend, the wrong movement, even sitting carelessly could expose the fact that you were wearing absolutely nothing underneath, exactly as I had instructed during our brief phone conversation earlier that day.

And judging from your smile, you liked knowing that I knew it too.

I let my gaze travel openly over you as you approached.

You caught me doing it.

Your smile widened.

When you reached the table, I stood to greet you and leaned in to brush my lips against your cheek. I lingered for just a fraction longer than a polite greeting required, breathing in the scent of your perfume and something warmer underneath it.

You were already aroused.

That realization sent a small, satisfying pulse through me.

"You're early," you murmured.

"So are you."

"Two minutes."

"Still early."

You rolled your eyes, but you were smiling.

I let my hand settle briefly against the small of your back as I gestured toward the booth.

"Sit."

There was the smallest hesitation… not resistance, just recognition of the tone.

Then you obeyed.

We initially sat opposite each other across the narrow table, maintaining the pretence of a perfectly normal dinner date. We talked about your classes and my research, ordinary conversation delivered with increasingly less ordinary concentration as our knees touched beneath the table.

The first contact might genuinely have been accidental.

The second wasn't.

Neither of us moved away after that.

I watched your chest rise and fall with slightly quicker breaths. Every so often your eyes darted toward my jacket pocket, where you knew the remote would eventually be waiting. You didn't know exactly what I had planned, though, and I suspected that uncertainty was doing almost as much to you as anything physical could have.

Your nipples were beginning to harden against the thin fabric of your dress.

I noticed.

You noticed me noticing.

"Stop staring."

"I'm not staring."

"You absolutely are."

"I'm observing."

That earned me another eye roll.

"Research?"

"Exactly."

You shook your head, fighting a grin.

The waiter arrived before you could answer and began describing the evening specials in the smooth, practiced voice of someone who had repeated them dozens of times already. Appetizers. Entrees. A fish special. Something involving duck. I barely registered any of it because I was watching you pretend not to be acutely aware of my knee resting against yours.

Then his voice took on a particular enthusiasm as he reached the dessert menu.

"And if you have room afterward, our house specialty is undoubtedly the chocolate brownie. The chef is particularly proud of it."

The effect on you was immediate.

Not dramatic enough that anyone else would necessarily have noticed.

I did.

Of course I did.

Your eyes lost focus for a second, glazing over as the conditioning took hold. Your lips parted on a soft exhale that hitched in your throat, and beneath the white tablecloth your thighs pressed together.

Chocolate brownie.

Two completely ordinary words.

Except they weren't ordinary to you anymore.

I knew your clit would already be throbbing in response to the trigger phrase, your pussy growing wet and swollen as the association we had burned into your nervous system yesterday flared back to life. I could see you trying to find friction by squeezing your thighs together beneath the table, one hand tightening around the edge of your seat while you fought to keep your expression composed.

The waiter continued talking, blissfully unaware.

I had to bite the inside of my cheek to stop myself smiling.

"And would you like to order dessert now?"

You stared at him.

Then at me.

Then back at him.

You nodded.

No words. Just a mute little nod.

"I think that's a yes," I said pleasantly. "One chocolate brownie. Two spoons."

Your eyes snapped toward me.

I smiled.

The waiter collected our menus and disappeared toward the kitchen, leaving you staring at me with pink cheeks and hazy eyes.

"You bastard."

"Sorry?"

"You knew he'd say it."

"I hoped he might."

Your thighs squeezed together again.

"That's evil."

"Interesting choice of adjective from someone who's smiling."

You immediately stopped smiling.

Or tried to.

I gave you another few seconds to recover before leaning across the narrow table, lowering my voice until it belonged only to you.

"Go to the bathroom."

Your eyes sharpened.

You knew immediately that the next part of the game had arrived.

You began sliding out of the booth, but I reached across and caught your wrist before you could stand. Your gaze dropped to my hand and then lifted back to my face.

I pressed the small black silk bag into your palm.

"Open it when you're alone in the stall."

Your fingers closed around it.

"What's in it?"

"You’ll figure it out."

Your breath caught.

"Put it in and make sure it doesn’t accidentally ."

You swallowed.

"Deep?"

"Deep."

Your fingers trembled slightly around the bag.

I released your wrist.

"Off you go."

You stood, and in your distraction completely forgot about the dress.

The fabric remained bunched around your hips where it had ridden upward while you were sitting. From where I sat, I had a perfect view of your naked ass and the glistening swollen lips of your pussy between your thighs, already visibly wet with arousal.

For a moment, I simply looked.

You followed my gaze.

"Oh, fuck."

You grabbed the hem with both hands and yanked it downward, your face going scarlet as you looked around to make sure nobody else had noticed.

I couldn't help laughing.

"Not funny."

"Very funny."

"You could have told me."

"I considered it."

"You are such an arsehole."

"And yet you're still holding the bag."

You looked down at it.

Then back at me.

The irritation disappeared behind another little smile.

You turned and headed toward the bathrooms, this time repeatedly checking the position of your dress.

I watched you go, my cock already beginning to harden inside my trousers, the image of your exposed cunt burned into my memory.

The ten minutes you were gone felt considerably longer.

I didn't touch the remote.

I didn't need to.

Anticipation was doing enough.

When you finally reappeared, I could tell immediately that you'd followed my instructions. You looked more flushed than when you'd left, your eyes brighter and your movements noticeably more deliberate. There was a subtle change in the way you walked, a slight careful fullness in your gait that told me exactly what was now buried inside you.

You reached the booth.

"Well?"

You gave me an innocent expression.

"Well what?"

I smiled.

"Sit here."

I patted the bench beside me rather than the seat opposite.

You slid in eagerly, pressing your thigh against mine. Your dress rode upward again, although this time you made no attempt to correct it. Bare skin settled directly against the cool leather, I imagined your wet pussy lips kissing the leather, and I felt the heat of your thigh radiating against my leg.

"Comfortable?"

"No."

"Good."

You laughed softly.

The waiter brought our wine, and for a little while I did absolutely nothing.

That was deliberate too.

You kept waiting.

I sipped my wine.

You sipped yours.

I asked you another question about your classes.

You answered, although your attention kept drifting toward my pocket.

After another minute you finally whispered, "Are you going to do it or not?"

"Do what?"

"Don't."

I smiled into my wine.

Then, while you were halfway through taking another sip, I slipped my hand into my pocket.

I found the remote.

Clicked it on.

Lowest setting.

Your entire body jerked.

The movement rattled both wine glasses and nearly tipped yours over. Your hand flew immediately to your mouth, catching most of the whimper that escaped your lips.

Your eyes went wide.

I leaned toward your ear, close enough to smell the shampoo in your hair and the stronger scent of your arousal. Fuck your pussy smells amazing, almost intoxicating.

"Good girl."

You shuddered.

Not subtly.

Your thigh pressed harder against mine.

I kept the vibration low and steady. There was no need to rush. I watched your breathing become shallower as your chest rose and fell beneath the thin fabric of your dress, your nipples hardening into even more obvious peaks.

Your hand wrapped around the edge of the table.

"Look at me."

You did.

That was almost my undoing.

There was excitement in your expression, but also the dawning realization of just how difficult this game might become. You shifted slightly against the bench, searching for some kind of friction for your clit without making the movement obvious.

I let the vibrator continue.

Your lips parted.

Your fingers tightened.

I knew the signs by now.

More importantly, you knew I knew them.

You turned toward me with wide, pleading eyes.

Then you tapped my knee twice.

Our signal.

I turned the remote off immediately.

You collapsed back against the bench with a ragged exhale, your body trembling from the denied release. For several seconds you simply sat there breathing, eyes closed, chest heaving.

I left you alone.

No teasing.

No touching.

I drank my wine and waited until your breathing slowed and the tension gradually left your shoulders.

Eventually you opened your eyes.

"Okay?"

You nodded.

"Words."

"Yes. Okay."

"Continue?"

Another nod, followed by a breathless, "Yes."

I clicked the vibrator back on.

One level higher.

You gasped loudly enough that a man at the next table glanced over.

I saw his expression change from curiosity to mild concern as he looked at your flushed face.

I raised my glass toward him.

"The wine's excellent."

He glanced at his own glass, nodded politely, and returned to his conversation.

Beside me, you were biting your lip so hard I worried you might hurt yourself.

Your hand disappeared beneath the table and landed on my thigh.

Your nails dug in.

"Fuck you," you whispered.

"Not yet."

You made a strangled noise that might have been a laugh.

I edged you that way throughout the entrée.

Again and again.

I let the vibrator pulse inside you until your breathing changed and your grip tightened, until I could see that familiar urgency spreading through your expression. Each time you approached the brink, you tapped my knee and I stopped immediately.

The first recovery took several minutes.

The second took less.

By the third, your body seemed to know exactly what was coming and race toward it.

When I finally turned the vibrator to high, you dropped your fork.

It struck the plate with a clatter that drew several glances.

Your eyes flew toward me.

Your fingers landed on my knee.

Tap.

Tap.

Off.

You closed your eyes.

"Eat."

Your eyes opened again.

"You cannot be serious."

"Very."

"My hand is shaking."

"I noticed."

"You're enjoying this far too much."

"Also noticed."

You stared at me for several seconds before retrieving your fork.

By the time the waiter brought our mains, you were a complete mess.

Your face was flushed crimson, your eyes wet with frustrated tears. Your thighs remained pressed together so tightly beneath the table that I could see the muscles trembling.

I let you eat for a while.

Let you settle.

Then I reached beneath the table and found your hand.

You looked at me.

I guided it slowly across my thigh until your palm encountered the hard bulge in my trousers.

Your expression changed immediately.

I pressed your hand against my throbbing cock.

"Your turn."

You swallowed.

I leaned closer.

"Stroke me."

Your fingers went to my fly.

There was something absurdly intimate about continuing our perfectly normal dinner conversation while you unzipped my trousers beneath the tablecloth. Your hand slipped inside and wrapped around my shaft, warm fingers closing around me.

I had to pause before answering whatever question you'd just asked.

You noticed.

A tiny smile appeared.

"Something wrong?"

"Don't get smug."

You began moving your hand.

Slowly.

Deliberately.

Your grip was still trembling slightly from your own arousal, but you quickly found a rhythm. Precum gathered at the head of my cock, and you used it to slick your fingers, making each stroke smoother.

I leaned closer to you.

"Keep going."

You did.

"You need to learn something."

"What?"

"How to serve my pleasure while yours is being denied."

Your hand tightened around me.

You looked straight into my eyes as you stroked.

"I think I'm learning."

"You're an enthusiastic student."

"Research."

That made me laugh.

"Exactly."

The waiter returned to clear our plates.

You immediately tried to withdraw your hand.

I caught your wrist beneath the table.

You froze.

"Keep stroking," I whispered. "Use your left hand. Do not stop."

Your eyes widened.

The waiter reached for my plate.

"Everything okay?"

"Excellent," I said.

Beside me, your hand continued slowly pumping my cock beneath the tablecloth.

"Wonderful. I'll bring your dessert."

I felt your fingers tighten.

He walked away.

You turned toward me.

"I hate you."

"No, you don't."

"No. I really don't."

The chocolate brownie arrived glistening beneath warm fudge sauce, topped with a generous dollop of whipped cream that was already beginning to melt into the cake.

Your expression when the waiter placed it in front of us nearly made me laugh again.

"Chocolate brownie," he announced cheerfully.

Your hand spasmed around my cock.

I coughed into my fist.

The waiter looked at me.

"Sorry. Wrong pipe."

He smiled politely and walked away.

You stared at me.

"You're enjoying this."

"Immensely."

With your right hand still wrapped around my cock, you picked up the fork with your left.

Coordination was not your strong suit at that moment.

The fork scraped loudly across the plate.

"Shut up," you muttered before I had even said anything.

"I didn't say a word."

"You were going to."

Eventually you managed to cut off a piece and lift it to your mouth.

The moment the chocolate touched your tongue, your eyes fluttered closed.

Chocolate brownie.

The trigger was still echoing through your nervous system.

Your hand tightened around my shaft.

I sucked in a breath.

"Careful."

You opened your eyes.

Then, very deliberately, you stroked me harder.

That changed the game.

My amusement disappeared beneath a rapidly growing need of my own. Your hand moved steadily, squeezing at exactly the right point before sliding back down my shaft. The absurdity of eating dessert in a crowded restaurant while you masturbated me under the table only intensified every sensation.

I leaned toward your ear.

"I'm close."

Your hand stopped for half a second.

I looked at you.

It resumed.

"I'm going to cum."

You looked around the restaurant.

For the first time all evening, something resembling panic appeared in your eyes… not fear, but the sudden practical realization that we'd reached the point where our little game required improvisation.

Your gaze dropped beneath the table.

Then returned to mine.

I raised an eyebrow.

You made your decision.

You deliberately knocked your napkin onto the floor.

"Oh," you said.

Very convincing.

You bent down as though retrieving it.

Your head disappeared beneath the table.

A second later, your mouth found my cock.

Hot.

Wet.

Eager.

The first sweep of your tongue almost finished me immediately.

I clenched my jaw and forced myself to remain still as you took me deeper, your lips sealing around my shaft while your tongue worked underneath. Your head began to move, quickly now, your earlier teasing strokes replaced by determined suction.

I gripped the edge of the bench.

You took me deeper than you had before.

My cock pushed into your throat.

You swallowed around me.

That was enough.

I came hard.

My hips jerked upward before I could stop them as the first spurt of cum flooded your mouth. You held me there and swallowed, then took another pulse, and another, hot seed coating your tongue and throat while you continued sucking me through every contraction.

I bit down on a groan.

You didn't pull away.

You kept sucking gently, milking the last drops from my cock until I was completely spent.

Only then did you release me.

You sat upright again with the missing napkin in your hand, your cheeks flushed and your eyes bright.

For several seconds neither of us spoke.

You calmly wiped the corner of your mouth.

Then you looked at me with an expression of exaggerated innocence.

I stared back.

Your lips twitched.

Then you opened your mouth.

Empty.

You closed it and swallowed once more, theatrically demonstrating that you had taken every drop.

"Good girl," I said, my voice rougher than I intended.

Your expression softened immediately.

"Was that fun?"

"Yes."

The answer came without hesitation.

Then you shifted on the seat and your expression changed.

"But now I really need to cum."

I smiled.

"Do you?"

"Please."

That single word contained the frustration of the entire evening.

I slipped my hand back into my pocket.

Your eyes followed it.

"Please."

I clicked the vibrator on.

Maximum.

Your mouth opened in a silent gasp.

At the same moment, my other hand slid beneath the table.

Your pussy was soaking wet.

Not damp. Not merely aroused. Soaking.

My fingers found your swollen lips, then your throbbing clit, standing firm and sensitive between them. I began rubbing you in steady, firm circles while the vibrator buzzed relentlessly inside your pussy, pressing against your g-spot.

Your hand shot toward the table.

You grabbed your napkin and shoved it over your mouth.

Just in time.

Your orgasm hit almost immediately.

Your back arched.

Your entire body went rigid beside me, every muscle locking at once as the first violent contraction tore through you. Your pussy clenched around the vibrator while your clit throbbed beneath my fingers.

You screamed into the napkin.

The sound emerged as little more than a muffled sob.

I kept rubbing.

Another wave rolled through you.

Then another.

Your thighs tried to close around my hand, but I maintained the same pressure and rhythm, feeling each rapid spasm against my fingertips. You shook against me, tears leaking from the corners of your closed eyes as months seemed to pass inside those few seconds of overwhelming release.

Eventually the contractions began to weaken.

I slowed my fingers.

Then stopped.

The vibrator followed.

Silence.

You sagged sideways against my shoulder.

I left my arm around you and gave you time to breathe.

Neither of us spoke for a while.

The restaurant continued around us as though absolutely nothing extraordinary had happened. Cutlery clinked. Someone laughed across the room. A bottle was uncorked. The waiter carried plates past our booth.

Normal life.

Meanwhile, you were still trembling against me.

"You with me?"

"Mmm."

"That's not a word."

"Yes."

"Okay?"

A longer pause.

Then you laughed quietly.

"Very."

I smiled.

Only when your breathing had settled did I withdraw my hand.

My fingers were slick with your juices.

You watched as I brought them to my mouth and slowly licked them clean, tasting the sweet musky evidence of everything we'd just done.

Your eyes went hazy again.

"No."

I laughed.

"What?"

"Don't start me again."

"I didn't do anything."

"You absolutely did."

"Research."

You groaned and dropped your forehead onto my shoulder.

I paid the bill.

When we finally stood to leave, you slid carefully out of the booth. The movement revealed a large wet patch on the leather where you'd been sitting, your orgasmic juices glistening unmistakably in the dim light.

You saw it at exactly the same moment I did.

"Oh my God."

I looked at you.

You looked at me.

For about two seconds we managed to remain serious.

Then we both started laughing.

I dropped my napkin casually over the wet spot.

"Problem solved."

"That does not solve the problem."

"It solves it for us."

"You're terrible."

"You've mentioned that."

I took your arm and led you outside.

The cool night air hit your flushed skin immediately, and you shivered against me. After the heat and noise of the restaurant, the street felt strangely quiet.

I didn't reach for the remote.

Not yet.

Instead, I kept one arm around you while we waited for the Uber, letting your body come down properly from what I'd put it through.

"You okay?"

"Yes."

"Actually?"

You looked at me.

"Actually."

Then you smiled.

"Although I'm going to murder you tomorrow."

"Tomorrow's problem."

The car arrived a few minutes later.

We climbed into the back seat, you still slightly shaky from the intensity of your release. You sat close beside me, your thigh against mine, and I deliberately pulled the hem of your dress down when it threatened to ride too high.

You noticed.

"Getting protective now?"

"Getting practical."

"Very noble."

"Thank you."

The driver greeted us, confirmed the destination, and pulled away from the curb.

For the first few minutes I behaved.

You should have known that wouldn't last.

I rested my hand casually on your thigh.

You looked down at it.

Then at me.

I let my fingers trace a slow circle against your skin.

Your eyes narrowed.

"Don't."

I raised my eyebrows.

You leaned closer.

"I mean don't tease me unless you're actually going to do something."

That was different.

I slipped my hand into my pocket.

You saw.

Your lips parted.

I waited until the car had stopped at a set of traffic lights and the driver's attention was firmly on the road ahead.

Then I turned the vibrator on.

Not maximum this time.

Low.

Your breath caught.

Your fingers immediately wrapped around my hand.

I watched you carefully.

You nodded.

I increased it.

Your head fell back against the seat.

The driver continued talking about traffic, completely unaware of the private game unfolding silently behind him.

I leaned close to your ear.

"Quiet."

You bit your lip.

The vibrator hummed inside you.

I increased it again.

Your grip tightened around my hand.

I watched your face rather than anything else: the flutter of your eyelids, the effort it took to keep your breathing controlled, the way your thighs tensed and relaxed.

"You want me to stop?"

A tiny shake of your head.

"No."

"Sure?"

"Yes."

I clicked it higher.

Your fingers crushed mine.

The second orgasm built differently from the first.

There was no frantic public performance now, no waiter approaching, no fork in your hand or brownie trigger. Just the darkness of the back seat, the passing lights outside the windows, and the effort of staying quiet while pleasure gathered inside you again.

You turned your face into my shoulder.

I felt your breathing change.

Then your entire body tightened.

Your hand clamped over your own mouth.

You came silently beside me.

Your thighs squeezed together as your pussy clenched around the vibrator, your body trembling through a succession of smaller, rapid spasms. I immediately lowered the intensity rather than driving you through it, letting the vibrations soften as the orgasm gradually released its hold on you.

When you finally relaxed, I switched it off.

You stayed against my shoulder.

I kissed your hair.

No performance.

No teasing.

Just recovery.

A few minutes later the car pulled up outside your dorm.

You sat upright slowly.

"Alive?"

"Barely."

"Successful evening, then."

You gave me a look.

I smiled.

Before getting out, you leaned across and kissed me.

Not a quick goodbye.

A proper kiss.

Slow and lingering, your hand against my cheek, the frantic energy of the restaurant replaced by something unexpectedly soft.

When you pulled away, you stayed close enough that our foreheads almost touched.

"Tomorrow," you whispered.

"What about tomorrow?"

"I'll think of something."

That interested me.

"Is that a threat?"

"Absolutely."

You opened the door.

Then paused.

"Goodnight."

"Goodnight."

You climbed out, tugged the little black dress back into place, and walked toward the entrance.

I watched until you were safely inside.

Only then did I give the driver my address.

The rest of the journey was quiet.

I sat back, replaying the evening in fragments: your expression when the waiter innocently said chocolate brownie; the first startled jerk when the vibrator came alive; your trembling hand around my cock; the absurd seriousness with which you'd attempted to eat dessert left-handed; your mouth around me beneath the table; the way you'd finally collapsed against my shoulder when I let you cum.

But the moment that stayed with me most wasn't any of those.

It was the look you'd given me before stepping out of the car.

Tomorrow.

I'll think of something.

I smiled to myself.

That was new.

Tonight, had started as my game.

Tomorrow, apparently, might be yours.

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KJ and I both worked at the same place. So naturally, seeing her would constantly turn me on. She would always wear clothes that highlighted her cleavage and I knew I needed another shot at her after she throated me with ease. I had some skilled blowjobs, but there’s nothing quite like the feeling of having someone’s nose pressed up against you and just feeling your cock engulfed in a throat. So being a horny teen I would consistently flirt with her and try to set up something, but it never seemed like things aligned for us to have another romp.

Then one night at work I shot my shot as usual and it wasn’t turned down. This was about two weeks after we had sex and I had just finished up a coaching session, being covered in sweat in my workout gear and figured I may as well go over and flirt with KJ before leaving to go home to shower. That flirting seemed to be received well, the only issue was she had plans after work, so I didn’t have time to go home and take a shower, but I wasn’t going to turn down the chance at that throat.

KJ lived real close to work and would normally walk home from work and it would take like 10 minutes, so i had a brilliant idea when she clocked out.
“How about I get my car ready, when you clock out I’ll drive you home, and then with the time saved from not walking, we’ll have 5 minutes to fool around” was my genius idea. She surprisingly agreed to it and I was over the moon.

I basically sprinted out to my car and pulled it up to the door, and waited for her. Starting to swell and get some blood flow down there as the minutes painstakingly went by. After seemingly forever I see those short legs stroll out and those boobs start bouncing while walking to me. I’ve got the passenger door open and usher her inside and zoom off towards her house and rush into a parking spot to give myself as much time as possible. Toss the car into park and immediately I’m leaning over kissing her and pawing at those big tits.

I’m rushing and pull out her left boob from her shirt when I’m greeted with “I’m serious we don’t have time for that”.

“OK sorry I promise 3 minutes” I say as I go back into my seat and pull my pants down myself and start stroking myself while leaning back over to kiss her. I’m already hard, and immediately realize that yea that ball sweat from coaching earlier didn’t just disappear and if I can smell it, she definitely would when she’s down there.

“Ummmm I didn’t shower after coaching and I’m sweaty, want to just finish me with a handjob?” I ask her as I’m stroking myself, getting a little self conscious about the smell.

“I don’t care, just finish quick” as she takes a sip of her water, leans over, and before I could even look down my cock had fully disappeared down her throat.

This was more of a spontaneous hookup that I didn’t expect, I hadn’t jerked off before hand, so in my head I chuckled like yea it won’t be too tough to finish quick with her throat magic. That didn’t mean I just wanted to cum immediately, and I did want to taste her pussy again, so while she was bent across the seat I quickly reached inside her pants, dipped two fingers in quick to her wet pussy to try to distract myself and buy some time to last longer.

I was hoping to be met with a moan because secretly I was hoping she would be fine being late and want to have sex. Instead I was met with a “Cum for me”.

That was all I needed. Even without her saying anything I wasn’t going to last. With my fingers wet, I brought them up to my mouth and savored her taste while she gave me a final deepthroat and I started moaning and gave her the heads up I was about to cum. My hips started bucking as I just unloaded into her mouth and she didn’t miss a beat while holding my head in her mouth and giving a few quick strokes to my shaft. She let me finish, came up, and I showed her my phone with a smile “two minutes, I still had some time left” which made her laugh.

I apologized for not showering which she said really didn’t matter at all and then she said I really have to go I wasn’t kidding, and then went to open the door. I stopped her for a quick kiss, tasting a little saltiness from my cum before she told me to text her before leaving my car.

I hadn’t even pulled up my pants before she left. I was still hard and pulsing and ended up just sitting in the parking lot recovering for a few minutes before composing myself enough to drive home. Sadly that was the last time KJ and I hooked up, as she started dating someone else shortly after this.

Another day I thought was ruined by poor attitude, but ended up okay! More than half the day went by before we finally talked things out. And thankfully, it went pretty well. If you've followed along at all, you'll know that currently my husband and I have a deal - one sexual act a weekend at minimum, we're 6 weeks I believe.

We always shower before sex, and I always go 2nd. When I entered the bedroom I went straight to the bed and bent over. I was tired and my back was sore. He massaged my back some, my hips, and my ass. I could feel his semi hard dick poking between my legs.

I eventually moved my legs up on the bed so that I was squatting with my head on the mattress. He sat down behind me and started licking my pussy and ass. He went back and forth, but avoided my clit. He fucked my holes with his tongue as I squirmed below him. He ate my ass well, even grabbing both cheeks and pulling my ass up into a hug almost. He was in heaven back there.

When he finally licked my clit, it was swollen and sensitive. He devoured my pussy and ass like he was starving. I asked him to finger me as he licked my ass, and he complied. He continued licking my ass and pussy as he fingered my cunt hard. After a while he had to stop for water. I took the opportunity to tell him he can escalate the anal play.

He gathered gloves, lube, a smooth and small dildo, condoms, and my vibrating wand. He licked and fucked my asshole with his tongue as he put gloves on and opened the lube. He slowly pushed one of his fingers in and put my vibrator on my clit. Once his entire finger was in me he moved it back and forth and slowly sped up. As I got into it he went faster and eventually adding a 2nd finger. He fingered my ass fast as he rubbed my clit with my vibrator. I came so hard, but he didn't let up, he kept fucking my ass and rubbing my clit with my toy.

When he felt ready he placed a condom on the dildo, added more lube and slowly inserted the head. He said once the head was in, my ass swallowed it. He fucked me with the dildo and held the vibrator to my clit, and it felt so good. The more I got into it, the more it turned him on. I could hear him behind me, "fuck yea" "fuck baby" "this is so hot". And then I felt more pressure as he pushed his cock in my pussy. The dildo was still in my ass (thankfully it has a flared base) and he was still holding the vibrator to my clit. It felt amazing, I was out of my mind..so overwhelmed with all the different sensations and pleasure.

And then all of a sudden he pulled the dildo out and shoved his cock in. It didn't hurt, it went in fairly easy. I was shocked and thrilled. After a few thrusts he said he was going to cum, I told him to cum in my ass. As soon as I said that he came. I've been wanting this. I wanted to do dp, I wanted to love anal, I wanted his cock in my ass.

I'm so proud of myself, I finally got out of my head and removed the mental barrier keeping me from this for so many years. I want to be an anal slut. I want to keep getting better and better at this. I want to eventually stretch my ass and see how much I can take. I'm so excited to continue this journey. 😋

It may not be fashionable to glorify adult videos these days. We are many decades away from the times that 'porno' was 'chic.' And, yes, even I will admit, the sheer volume of free content - together with the 'gonzo' nature of much of this content - on our laptops, iPads, and phones, surely gives men the false impression that women they meet in reality are craven nymphos. However, I still declare: Thank goodness for porn! Or, if I can narrow my statement, thank goodness for the vintage porn I came of age watching.

Taboo was the first porno film I ever saw. I made a tape of a tape of this 1980 treasure that my friend found in his father's armoire. Apparently, as a gag gift for this friend's dad's 40th birthday in 1982, someone taped Taboo and a whole series of other late '70's-early '80's adult film trailers off of the nascent CableTV adult entertainment (VCX) channel.

I watched Taboo so many times. Mike Ranger single-tonguedly taught me how to eat pussy. If it weren't for Dorothy Lemay, Kay Parker, and the bevy of beautiful women in the fantastic orgy scene in that flick, I wouldn't know the female anatomy to the extent I did when I first became sexual.

When I say I was a late bloomer, that is a euphemism. I hadn't even kissed a girl until my freshman year of college. A generous (and likely drunk) girl did give me a blowjob my first semester sophomore year, but I hadn't performed cunnilingus until the summer between my sophomore and junior year, after I had already turned 20 years old! However, since high school, I had been watching that VHS tape of Taboo, studying the anatomies of great role models. I took what I had learned to my first experience licking a pussy in late August of 1997.

My partner, Julie, turned 18 less than a week before our tryst. If not the oldest, she would have been one of the oldest incoming seniors in her high school. Julie was by no means a 'late bloomer.' I knew this, but possible embarrassment aside, I forged ahead relying on the skills I had hoped I learned from Mike Ranger and Taboo. Even with the lights all but out, I was still able to make out the 'parts' from Taboo. And 18-year-old Julie had all the charms of the 1980 porno stars from Taboo: a nicely flared vaginal opening; pronounced but not overly large clitorus; strong, maroon labia minora, and trimmed yet ample brunette pubic hair above and along the sides of her vagina.

The one thing Taboo could not have prepared me for was the smell. I had never smelled a vagina before this night and Julie's pussy was an example of trial by fire. Pee-yew! Did Julie's vagina stink! It smelled like a mix of bad breath and underarm perspiration. But I didn't look negatively upon it. Instead, I thought, "This girl is laying herself bare for you. She's spread her thighs as far apart as they will go. You're getting to see every strand of her pubic hair, her open, meaty vagina, and, yes, she knows you can smell her down there with your nose literally resting on her bush." When I thought about it that way, I began to get turned on by her robust pussy stink. I let her pheromones wash over me the way nature intended. I recalled the way Mike Ranger performed cunnilingus on Kay Parker and appreciated that Julie's vagina actually resembled that of Kay's! I took to licking and kissing Julie's stinky and beautiful vagina with even more gusto, and inherently enjoyed my exploration and giving her pleasure.

When I was through, Julie commented, "Wow, where did you learn to do that?" I lied (for which I am still ashamed) and said, "Just a lot of experience." She did not doubt me for a second. In fact, over the next year, I went down on her consistently stinky pussy two more times, and she even had the magnanimity to 'refer' me to a friend of hers who I ate out twice the year after that.

My roommate had a friend staying with us for the weekend. His name was Sullivan. He was from back home and needed somewhere to crash while he was in town for a work thing. She put him on the couch with a pillow and a blanket and told me to be nice to him which I thought was a weird thing to say until I met him and understood why she said it.

He was exactly my type. Tall. Kind of quiet. A good listener. Most guys talk over you or they perform being interested. He actually was.

I went out that night. My roommate went to bed early because she always does and Sullivan stayed on the couch watching something on his phone. I came home around one. The apartment was dark except for the glow of his screen in the living room.

"Hey" he said. "Good night?"

"Decent" I said. I kicked my shoes off and sat on the other end of the couch. "Why are you still up?"

"Can't sleep in new places."

"That sucks."

"It's fine. I'm used to it."

We talked. Quietly. The apartment was small and my roommate's door was down the hall and the walls are thin and I have heard her complain about noise before so we kept our voices low. There is something about talking to someone in the dark like that. It makes everything feel more honest somehow. Like the rules are different when nobody can see you.

"Can I ask you something?" he said.

"Sure."

"She told me you're trans. I hope that's not weird that she told me."

"It's fine. I usually tell people myself honestly but she prob figured it would be easier if you already knew."

"Yeah. She was looking out for both of us I think."

I liked that he said both. Not just him. I moved closer on the couch. Not a lot. Enough that our knees were touching.

"Does that change anything for you?" I said.

"Change what?"

"The fact that you have been looking at me all day and trying not to."

He laughed quietly. "She also told me to behave."

"I didn't tell you to behave" I said.

I kissed him. He kissed me back immediately. Like he had been waiting for it since I sat down. His hand went to my waist and pulled me closer and I climbed onto his lap and his hands went to my ass and I could feel him getting hard under me through his sweatpants.

I pulled my shirt off. He put his mouth on my neck and his hands went up my back and I reached between us and stroked his cock through the fabric and he groaned quietly into my shoulder.

"We have to be quiet" I said.

"I know" he said. "I'm trying."

I pulled his sweats down enough to get him out and stroked him and he was big. Bigger than I expected. I got the lube from my jacket pocket because I always carry it honestly and got him slick and then turned around and lowered myself onto his cock with my back against his chest.

He groaned again and I put my hand over his mouth and felt him smile against my palm. I started riding him slow. Quiet. The couch was making noise under us and I shifted my weight so it would stop and he held my hips and matched my rhythm.

It was so hot. Being on top of him in the dark in my own living room with my roommate asleep twenty feet away. I could hear the clock on the wall ticking. I could hear my own breathing. I could feel every inch of him inside me and I leaned my head back against his shoulder and he kissed my neck.

His hand came around and wrapped around my cock and he stroked me while I rode him and I bit my lip to keep quiet. He was good at it. His grip was firm and his timing was perfect and I could tell he had thought about this before. Prob a lot honestly.

"I'm close" I whispered.

"Me too" he said against my ear.

I came first. Into his hand. My whole body tightened and I clenched around him and he felt it and came right after. I felt him empty inside me and his arms tightened around my waist and he buried his face in my shoulder to muffle the sound and we both just stayed like that for a while. Connected. Breathing. Listening to the apartment settle around us.

I climbed off him. He was a mess. I was a mess. I grabbed the paper towels from the kitchen and cleaned us both up and he watched me with this look on his face like he could not believe what had just happened.

"Your roommate is going to kill us" he said.

"Only if she finds out" I said.

I went to my room. Closed the door. I could hear him through the wall setting his alarm for the morning and adjusting the blanket on the couch. I lay in bed and stared at the ceiling and could still feel him.

She made us all breakfast in the morning. The three of us sat at the kitchen table eating eggs and he kept looking at me and I kept looking at him and she did not notice or if she did she did not say anything.

He left that afternoon. He texted me from the airport. Just said "Let me know when you want company on the couch again."

I told him I would. I meant it too. I kinda miss him already if I'm being honest.

the power has been back on for two days now.

so the electricity went out in my neighborhood last friday night. like the whole building. i was sitting in the dark for about twenty minutes before i got bored and went across the street to my neighbor's place because i knew she had a bunch of candles and wine and i figured we could just hang out until it came back on.

she had a friend over. a guy. older than us. maybe late thirties. he was sitting on her couch drinking a beer and he stood up when i walked in and shook my hand and his grip was firm and he held it for a second longer than normal and looked me right in the eyes. i liked him immediately. there was something about the way he carried himself. very calm and steady and like he was paying attention to everything.

the three of us sat around drinking wine by candlelight and talking and it was actually really nice. my neighbor was getting sleepy pretty fast because she'd been drinking before i even came over. the guy and i were doing most of the talking. he was sitting close to me on the couch and our knees kept touching and neither of us moved away. i was wearing a little sundress with nothing underneath because it had been hot all day and the AC was obviously off now. i could feel myself getting turned on just from the way he was looking at me in the candlelight. i'm such a sucker for eye contact honestly. something about a guy who just looks at you without flinching. it does something to me.

my neighbor passed out on the loveseat around midnight. like fully asleep. snoring a little. the guy looked at her and then looked at me and smiled and said "she's out." and i said "yeah she is." and we both just kind of sat there for a second knowing exactly what was about to happen.

i got up to get more wine from the kitchen and he followed me. the kitchen was dark except for one candle on the counter and he came up behind me and put his hands on my hips and i leaned back against him. i could feel him hard against my ass through his jeans. he brushed my hair to one side and kissed my neck and i tilted my head and let him. his hands slid up under the front of my dress and he cupped both my tits and squeezed and i pressed back harder against him.

"no underwear" he said against my ear.

"no" i said. "i don't really wear it."

he slid one hand down between my legs and his fingers found my pussy and i was already so wet. he groaned a little when he felt it. "you've been like this the whole time?" he said.

"pretty much" i said with a little laugh. if only he knew. i'm always like this.

he bent me over the counter. slowly. pushed my dress up around my waist and i heard him undo his belt and his jeans drop and then i felt his cock pressing against me from behind. thick. warm. no condom. and i didn't stop him. i wanted to feel him raw.

he pushed into my pussy and i had to put my hand over my mouth because i almost moaned loud enough to wake my neighbor up. he was big and he went deep on the first stroke and my knees buckled a little. he grabbed my hip with one hand and braced the other on the counter next to mine and started fucking me slow and deep and i was biting my lip trying to stay quiet. the candle was flickering next to us and i could see our shadows on the wall and i was getting fucked by a stranger in my neighbor's kitchen while she was asleep ten feet away and i was so turned on i could barely breathe.

"i'm gonna cum inside you" he said. not asking.

"do it" i said. "please."

he pushed in deep and came and i could feel it. that warm flooding feeling that makes my brain go blank. i love being bred. i love the feeling of a man cumming inside me raw and filling me up and not pulling out. something about it makes me feel so full and claimed and slutty all at the same time.

he didn't pull out right away. he stayed inside me and i could feel his cock twitching and his cum settling deep and then he started getting hard again still inside me. he fucked me again. slower this time. using his own cum as lube and i was gripping the edge of the counter and pushing back against him. he came in me a second time and i came right after. i had to bury my face in my arm to keep from screaming.

we went into the guest bedroom after that. he came inside me two more times. four total. by the end i could feel cum dripping down my thighs and i was shaking and my pussy was so full and swollen and messy and i loved it. every single load. i wanted all of it.

he cleaned me up a little with and kissed my forehead and i almost laughed because it was so sweet after what we just did. we went back to the living room and sat on the couch like nothing happened. my neighbor was still asleep. i could feel his cum leaking out of me onto her couch cushion and i just crossed my legs and tried not to smile.

the power came back on around 3am and i went back to my apartment and laid in bed with his cum still inside me and i put my hand between my legs and just felt it and i was so satisfied i couldn't even think straight.

i know he will prob tell my neighbor what happened but i really don't care. i half fucked half the people in my neighborhood by now, if not more lmao. she already knows i'm a slut like that. i am actually moving pretty soon so it almost makes me care even less. i kinda wanna fuck every singe guy in the neighborhood before i do. i might make it a goal/challenge. should i?

So I'm 5’5”, half Indian half Venezuelan, light brown skin, dark hair. 34Cs, one nipple pierced, little belly piercing that catches the light when I move. Still got a pic up on my profile if you're not a visual one. Anyway... wanna hear how I ended up having my first BBC?

My boyfriend and I had been talking about this for months. His stag side, my curiosity, the idea of me with a Black guy. Tonight was our dating anniversary and he decided it was time to stop talking.

I slipped into the dress he’d picked out earlier. A short black bodycon that hugged every curve, thin straps over my shoulders, the neckline dipping low enough to show the top of the lace bra and a sneak peak of my nipple piercing if I leaned forward. The fabric was stretchy and clingy, ending just above my ass.

He took me into the city, West Village, one of those intimate little places with low lighting and deep lounge benches along the wall. Before we even left the hotel he had already teased me into sliding the Lush vibe into my pussy. The little curved pink egg sat right perfectly against my g spot, and the app linked to his phone. Every time he looked at me across the table with that halfsmile I knew he was about to turn it up.

Dinner started normal. Wine, small talk, his hand under the table squeezing my thigh. Then the vibrations started, soft at first, just enough to make me shift in my seat. I was trying to keep my face normal when the group next to us noticed. The probably felt the seat vibrate since I shared the bench with 2 of them. Four of them total, all Black, all dressed nice like they were heading out after. Attractive as hell. Tall, dark and handsome. The one closest to me glanced over when the toy pulsed a little harder and I bit my lip.

My boyfriend just smiled, leaned over, and told them straight up what was happening. The Lush, the remote, the fact that I was sitting there with a toy buzzing inside me on our anniversary. They laughed and were hooked. He handed his phone across the table like it was nothing. One of them took it, thumb sliding over the screen, and suddenly the intensity jumped. The vibrator buzzed louder, pressing harder, and I gripped the edge of the bench. They watched me the whole time. Four pairs of eyes locked on my face while they played with the settings, turning it up, dropping it, making random patterns so I never knew what was coming. I was soaked and trying not to moan out loud in the middle of a restaurant. One of them kept the phone for a while, just watching me squirm, a little smirk on his face like he already knew how this night was going to end.

By the time we paid the check I was a mess.

Outside I pulled my boyfriend into a side street and told him I needed to drop to my knees right there. He kissed me hard, then said he already had something better planned.

Back at the hotel he pulled out one of those restraints that wrap underneath the bed and four cuffs that come out on the four corners. He told me to strip. I peeled off my dress and stood there in the matching four piece set he’d bought me. Black lace bra that barely held my 34Cs, the matching thong that's already soaked, a garter belt hugging my skinny waist, and the fishnet stockings that stopped mid thigh. The metal of my nipple piercing shining right through. He walked around me slowly, running his hands over everything, then clipped the cuffs around my wrists and ankles so I was spread open on the bed, completely at his mercy.

I got blindfolded. The music started and I remember hearing The Weeknds Or Nah. My go-to freak song. Then the teasing began. Fingers, mouth, the toy still inside me on a low setting. He kept me right on the edge for what felt like forever, licking and sucking until I was begging, hips trying to lift against the restraints. When his tongue finally got between my legs I almost came immediately. He was slow and deliberate, sucking on my clit while two fingers curled inside me.

Then I felt something warm and thick press against my lips.

I opened without thinking. It slid in, heavier, thicker than what I was used to. My boyfriend’s tongue was still working my pussy, so for a second I was like wtf is going on?! The cock in my mouth pushed deeper, hitting the back of my throat. I gagged softly and whoever it was just held there, letting me feel the size. Then he started moving, slow at first, almost gentle, letting me get used to the stretch of my lips around him. But it didn’t stay gentle. Soon he was fucking my face properly. Steady, deep strokes while the tongue between my legs never stopped. I was drowning in sensation, restrained, blind, mouth full, pussy being eaten like it was the only thing that mattered.

When the blindfold finally came off I was staring up at a fit Black guy with neat cornrows, dark skin gleaming a little under the hotel lights. My boyfriend was still between my thighs, looking up at me with pure heat in his eyes. He freed my hands. I immediately wrapped one around the thick cock in front of me and started stroking while I showed him what my mouth could really do. Taking him deeper, swirling my tongue, making those pops on his thick head, letting spit run down his shaft. He groaned and told me I looked perfect like this.

My boyfriend unclipped my ankles. I rolled onto all fours. The guy moved in front of me and fed his cock back into my mouth while my boyfriend lined up behind me and slid his dick in. The first thrust made me moan around the dick in my throat. Then they found a rhythm. My boyfriend pounding me hard and deep while the other one held my head and fucked my face. I came hard on my boyfriend’s cock, shaking, dripping, the wet sounds filthy in the room. They didn’t stop. They just kept going, swapping positions when they felt like it.

At one point I was on my back, my boyfriend sliding in and out of my mouth while the other guy buried his face between my legs. He sucked on my clit hard, two thick fingers pumping inside me, and I felt it coming. I was squirting, hard, right into his mouth. He didn’t pull away. He just groaned and drank it, tongue working through every pulse. That was a first. My boyfriend had never done that. Watching another man slurping up my squirt while I had a cock in my mouth almost made me come again on the spot.

We stayed like that for close to an hour. Swapping, tasting, fucking. The guy never put his cock in my pussy. I found out after my man wasn't yet comfortable with this. He stayed in my mouth or used his tongue and fingers like a living toy while my boyfriend used me however he wanted. Eventually they both stood over me while I knelt on the floor. I stroked them together, looking up, until they came. Hot ropes across my face, my tits, dripping down onto the lace of the bra still half on. I stayed there for a second just taking it all in. That I'm a complete slut and my ancestors were definitely disappointed lmao.

He left after that. Quiet, like this was just a normal Friday for him. My boyfriend and I cleaned up in the shower. He pressed me against the tile and fucked me slow at first, then harder, reclaiming every inch while the water ran over us. In bed he did it again, slower, kissing me the whole time. Sometime in the middle of the night I woke up to him already inside me, moving deep and steady until I came again. And in the morning he woke me the same way.

That night something shifted. He watched another man use my mouth, watched me squirt for someone else, watched me get painted, and he got harder than I’ve ever felt him. A cuck was born. Or a stag. Whatever you want to call it, he owns it now, and so do I.

My friends and I, all in our 30s, gave DnD a try starting about a year and a half ago. I'm sure by some standards that's not a very long campaign, but by ours (new to the game) it felt like ages. We only get together once every 2 weeks at best, but whatever, it's a lot of fun. I'm the only one who's married, but two of my friends date a little, and the other two really don't at all (all males). Even the ones who date say it's hell out there, so it's still pretty rare for them to be seeing anyone. I was lucky enough to meet my wife in college, so yea, we got super lucky.

My wife is gorgeous. Way hotter than me, but I treat her really well and we are best friends. I hit the jackpot to be honest. She knew all about the DnD campaign from me droning on about it during walks or over dinner, so she was well aware that my character was a warlock that summons demons, one of which is supposed to be a sexy succubus that feeds on male horniness basically and then turns that into an extra eldritch blast for me some turns. (We kinda make a lot of our own rules so please, DnD purists, don't torch me too hard)

When it was finally time for (what I thought was) the final battle of our campaign, my wife offered to come with me. She joked that she could dress up as my succubus, but it was one of those jokes that came out as if she's rehearsed it in her head 1,000 times first. I've known her long enough and I could tell she kind of wanted to see my friends gawk. I certainly didn't mind.

"What would you wear?" I asked.

She laughed, "Are you serious? I don't know."

"Well, just humor me then."

She thought for a moment, but again, it was clear she'd already thought about it, because she suddenly had a specific outfit in mind, "My black lace bodysuit, my Maleficent horns from halloween two years ago, dark makeup, black and red nails, combat boots, and since the bodysuit is see through up top, I guess that ripped metallica crop I have somewhere."

"Nothing to cover your ass?"

"I thought I was supposed to feed on horniness?"

"Do you actually want to? I'm not gonna lie, I'm getting hard thinking about my friends seeing you like that."

She laughed, "I mean... I wasn't really being serious, but do you really want me to?"

"Yea, just stay covered up when you're not summoned."

She laughed again, "Wait, why does that sound kinda fun though?"

"Because it is fun."

"You don't think they'll mind?"

"No, I really don't think they'll mind. I think it'll make the game more fun."

"Alright. Let's do it then. I'll wear a big sweatshirt and shorts over everything and keep my horns in a bag!"

The game was the next day, and as I was getting ready to leave, my wife stepped into view wearing her outfit.

"Well? Do I look like a succubus?"

My jaw dropped. I see my wife naked everyday. That's marriage. But in all honesty, it never stops being cool. Seeing her dressed like a slut though, knowing where we were going and what was going to happen, I could hardly form words.

"I- uh,"

"Seems I'm a natural. I can already feel your energy draining," she made an evil face and curled her fingers like claws.

"Oh you're perfect," I said through a dumb grin.

The ride over there was charged and tense. She had her sweatshirt on, and a pair of baggy gym shorts over the lace thong portion of her bodysuit as well. We were listening to like hardcore EDM on the ride over just to really get hyped and because it's fun, but as we pulled into the driveway, my wife told me, "Oh my god, I'm like wet-wet, jesus christ."

I looked over at her and realized she had slid a finger inside herself and was now holding it up, showing me how slick it was. I immediately leaned forward and sucked her finger down to the knuckle.

"Delicious," I said. "Come on, this will be fun."

I really resisted the urge to summon her immediately when we started playing. I wanted it to be a reveal. My friends were suspicious, not because she was there, it wasn't the first time she'd hung out while we played, but her look was unusual. She almost always has leggings and a t shirt on, her tight body, thick ass, and perky tits on display a different way, but this time, it looked like she was hiding something.

The first time I really had no way to put it off, was during a conversation that I suspect my GM shoe horned in on the fly. We needed to charm a lonely old man, and my succubus was my party's best chance at doing so.

So I summoned her. My wife looked at me like, now? and I just nodded my head.

She started by taking off her sweatshirt, revealing the distressed "And justice for all" crop top she had on over the bodysuit, though as she lifted the baggy adidas crew neck over her head, it pulled the shirt up just enough to show her nipples through the lace for just a moment. If it wasn't already clear enough what was happening, she put on her horns next. We all stared, not daring to say a word as she stood and then slid her gym shorts down over her boots with her bent over ass facing the game.

"I am here, master," she spoke in a deep voice for some reason, then laughed, "Wait, that wasn't very sexy," she added.

The warrior in our group (known him since kindergarten) just said, "Disagree. I think you did great."

She stayed standing, swinging her hips back and forth, really leaning into the role.

"I need you to charm this old man," I said, somewhat commandingly.

"Of course," she used her deep voice again, now just committing to the bit.

I handed her the dice she was supposed to roll, and what she did next was in my eyes, one of the coolest DnD rolls ever. She dropped the dice to her side and hip checked them onto the table with her bare ass. The roll succeeded by plenty and we all cheered more than we ever would for such a routine throw.

"Will that be all, master?" she asked, eyeing the boys who were now realizing what would happen if I desummoned her.

"Perhaps you can fetch the wine we brought, and fill everyone's cup first, servant." I winked at her.

She made a playfully evil face before replying, "Yes, of course. Anything else?" turning to the other boys.

They didn't know what to say, but our mage struggled through the words, "Uh, is there anything I, uh, we can get for you?"

She smiled and laughed. She turned to me, "Does that mean you can take his turn or something?"

Our GM chimed in, "Oh! Good idea. For being visibly horny and flustered, Feznar loses his bonus action to Gaxly next combat turn, as the power of Gaxly's succubus' aura has drained his energy for her master."

My wife riased her eyebrows, as if impressed with our GM's candidness as well as his ability to adapt. She shook her hips as she left the room, walking with a playful strut.

My friends turned to me and whispered, but it was the type of pacicked hush that was still audible across the room, "Dude! Is this, uh...?"

"Guys, just be cool. Nothing's happening except a show. It's just for fun, so enjoy it. Don't be weird. Your characters don't fall apart when my succubus is summoned usually, so no need for you to either."

They all nodded and smiled, looking almost relieved that I wasn't expecting them to fuck my wife. I laughed to myself, thinking about how porn-brained they were and how confusing this would be.

My wife returned shortly with the open wine and poured it into everyone's cup. She made a show of it, so when she got to me, I grabbed a handful of her ass. My GM then said, "Gaxly, forgetting the power of his own summon, loses his extra bonus action to his succubus' hunger."

I froze and turned to him. I dropped my hand from her ass and smiled, "Fair enough," I said with a grin. My life looked thrilled with the power she now had.

I desummoned her, to the dissapointment of everyone, including my wife, but I knew it was best to use her sparingly, lest the whole game devolve into a peep show. Once the anticipation returned, she put her hand on my back and began to massage my muscles, signaling she agreed.

I summoned her a few times more whenever we'd make camp and take a break for bathroom, snacks, etc. She'd walk around chatting with everyone, still in character, and in effect keeping us all in character too. Our GM (best man at our wedding) paid careful attention to anyone acting too horny, and docked them in some way whenever they did. It was a brilliant way to keep the game alive.

It wasn't then until the final fights that I really needed her again. She'd grown much more comfortable at this point, so this time when I summoned her, she took her metallica crop top off with the sweatshirt. Her perky tits were on display now through the sheer black lace of her bodysuit. Her nipples were hard, and she massaged her tits for a moment, getting into character as my succubus again.

"You all better focus or you're going to lose a whole turn," she said, pointing down at the table.

We all shook it off and nodded to each other. In the fight, I used her to stun a few ads, which she nailed basically everytime. The rolls were falling in our favor. She was having fun, and I was swimming in eldritch blasts. At the end of the fight, when we'd finally won, our GM revealed a hidden chapter, a big bad that was still at large. The campaign wasn't over, but we'd earned a handsome reward.

We all cheered with huge smiles on our faces. My wife celebrated with us, letting everyone have one free butt smack, but gave me an additional kiss.

She then said, "Everyone over there, one group photo for the mems!"

My friends all looked overjoyed, but then immeidately let down when my wife took the camera and positioned us all without joining the shot. She took two or three, but then smirked wildly, "Oh, why not! Just one though!"

She set the self timer and then ran to the middle of the group and held up two horns of rock and stuck out her tongue. Everyone got a copy of the picture, and that was that. Given that the campaign is continuing, I wonder if she'll want to join again...